Mom decided -- foolishly, I might add -- that my canned doggie food was too expensive and not good for my teeth. She also seemed to think I didn't appreciate it anymore since I left some in my bowl occasionally. So you know what she did???
She gave me PLAIN OLD KIBBLE. Now, I got plain kibbles before, but at least she put canned food on top to sweeten the deal a little.
But not anymore...
Blech. Seriously. Just plain old kibble...
I gave her a look.
And I pleaded, of course...
Turned on my "pathetic" charm.
Mom added something wet to my kibbles and then she cooked it in the microwave. But I decided to remain firm. I would NOT touch that nasty kibble. I want my canned food back. Not touching the icky dry stuff...
I'm turning up my nose that that stuff and I'm going on a hunger strike!!!
Nooooo icky dry kibbles!!!
MOM MUST LEARN!!!!!!
OK, so maybe when Mom left the kitchen I got desperate. And she caught me in the act.
Hunger strike begins again tomorrow.