Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Monday, June 23, 2008

Mom thinks I'm chubby!!!



And she is going to start giving me less food and I probably will get smaller treats. Mom says that she is going to cut those treats that I get for giving moral support to Stella when she goes to the bathroom outside. But I don't understand why I am being punished if I am being kind to my sister! Plus, I go on walks every day--my nails (and my feet) are so worn out from my walks that the ladies at the vet thought that I was chewing them!!!

Humans are too messed up...

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

I eat, therefore I am...

Let's make one thing clear: I only go on daily walks so that I can eat more. That's it! I just want to eat more and more and more after that. I am very appreciative that my parents have the clear presence of mind to give me regular exercise--daily walks nearly twice a day--so that they can take pleasure in giving me treats more often. And I don't even mind begging for more treats and sometimes I even beg for walks so that I can get more treats.

When my mom is about to leave in the morning, I quickly run to the laundry room (where she keeps my food and treats). That way, she has to pay me so that she can leave for work. And what's the payment, you ask? TREATS!!! She gives me a treat, or two, or maybe even three, if I'm swift enough...