Today I've tried making wonderful treats for Monster. Yummy dried chicken thighs, tasty dried chicken hearts, and wonderful dried whatever-that-pig-part-was... The house smells horrible, and Monster just looks at me and sighs when I hold one of the new treats out to him. Why won't he
eat!?
Because he enjoys driving me up the wall, that's why.
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Well, there's that. But also, I have my own secret stash in the garden. Ssshhh, don't tell her... |
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