Escapees Rally early bird day
Let's face it ....I LOVE FOOD!! Yes, I could be a real, all- American foody. My vet told Momma that I would be easy to train because I loved treats. Well, I'm trying to broaden my exposure to food beyond the ho-hum nibbets and treats that are provided for me daily. I have taken it upon myself to scour the rig floor for any traces of crumbs or food particles that may need to be cleaned up. Not much luck there. So I have expanded my search technique. I can just get my front paws up to the top edge of the counter if I stand on tip toes so.... I have been trying to stand at Dad or Momma's side when I smell food being prepped on the counter. Take this afternoon when Momma was gathering 'happy hour' treats to take out of the rig and over by Jan and Bill's rig for a gathering. Mmm...is that some of that goat cheese that they had picked up at the Side Hill Goat Farm in NY? And those chocolate topped oatmeal squares. Oh I think I might want to salivate. What does 'Off' mean anyway? I'm getting so I hear that quite a bit lately. Hey, I'm just trying to lend a helping paw. Don't they need someone to taste test?
Well, so far I haven't had a bit of success but you know what they say, "try, try and try again" or is it "the squeaky wheel gets the attention" Yep, I have even added a small, weak whine to see if that would produce my desired results. I think I sound very needy😞 But alas, my parents are just downright stubborn to the point of being mean. After all, I'm their baby and should be spoiled and pampered. I think someone needs to have a talk with them!!
I could have enjoyed a slice of that homemade bread that Momma was slicing. I'm sure bread must be delicious because Dad smacks his lips. How will I ever find out for myself? And those plates came back from the happy hour cleaned off...I mean totally empty!! If I can just grow a bit taller, maybe I can reach more than the edge of the counter seeing as no one is volunteering to share with me. Hey, I'd even take it to my carpet to gobble down like they make me do when I'm grinding on a chew bone.
I'm Chloe
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