I Mourn for the Muffins
Hello, puppers!
Do you see those pictures up there? Well, I hope so....let me tell you a story. When I was just a wee little pup my family and I lived in a different house. One day the humans did something totally innocent-they left a loaf of bread on the counter. Fine, right? I mean, where else does it go? Well, I was the type of dog that just happened to...lets say LOVE bread. So I helped myself to the loaf-potato bread, I believe....those were the days...before wheat bread. ANYWAY, I put my paws on the counter, took out two slices of bread (I didn't want to be too greedy), and took them into our living room to eat. My brother was on the computer, playing games, and he saw me....well, I got in trouble. Since then, whenever my family leaves the house, they put all the good stuff in the cupboard! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! It's so mean! First they eat some bread-toasting it to the perfect temperature and toasty-ness, smothering it in butter and jam, or eggs...teasing me by eating it before my eyes. And then I don't get any and they hide it! Do you see the STUFF in that basket? English muffins, potato bread(which is used STRICTLY for french toast), gummy bears....and you see that last picture? THAT is how I WOULD look if they'd let me have an 'all you can eat human food buffet day'...but instead I mourn over the loss of eating muffins...if any of you dogs could teach me how to open that cupboard door, that'd be great.
Well, I have to go...nothing much else to say, so....bye!
**By the way, I have to apologize for the bad quality of the first 2 pictures. (the second was taken by my awesome human mom...figures, her's is fine) My main photographer was slacking that day, and didn't bother to notice a smudge on the camera lense. Sorry!**
Do you see those pictures up there? Well, I hope so....let me tell you a story. When I was just a wee little pup my family and I lived in a different house. One day the humans did something totally innocent-they left a loaf of bread on the counter. Fine, right? I mean, where else does it go? Well, I was the type of dog that just happened to...lets say LOVE bread. So I helped myself to the loaf-potato bread, I believe....those were the days...before wheat bread. ANYWAY, I put my paws on the counter, took out two slices of bread (I didn't want to be too greedy), and took them into our living room to eat. My brother was on the computer, playing games, and he saw me....well, I got in trouble. Since then, whenever my family leaves the house, they put all the good stuff in the cupboard! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! It's so mean! First they eat some bread-toasting it to the perfect temperature and toasty-ness, smothering it in butter and jam, or eggs...teasing me by eating it before my eyes. And then I don't get any and they hide it! Do you see the STUFF in that basket? English muffins, potato bread(which is used STRICTLY for french toast), gummy bears....and you see that last picture? THAT is how I WOULD look if they'd let me have an 'all you can eat human food buffet day'...but instead I mourn over the loss of eating muffins...if any of you dogs could teach me how to open that cupboard door, that'd be great.
Well, I have to go...nothing much else to say, so....bye!
**By the way, I have to apologize for the bad quality of the first 2 pictures. (the second was taken by my awesome human mom...figures, her's is fine) My main photographer was slacking that day, and didn't bother to notice a smudge on the camera lense. Sorry!**
