The evening was lookin' downright agreeable. The boss folk gave me and the Loo a rawhide. I was a chewin' and I was happy as a fly in a cow pasture. Then Lyle proposed a little trade. See, he is a greedy one and always wants what I've got. It was a good trade though 'cause his was the bigger one. Anyway, I was just a mindin' my business when the boss man picks me up and takes what isn't his. And he throws it away. Shame on him! Doesn't he know there are poor starving dogs in the world (yes, that includes yours truly). Grrr. And he didn't share his pizza either. Double grrr.
So tell me, how's a dog supposed to grow if her vittles keep disapearing?