He ate most of my dinner. Can you believe it?
Mom fixed Pedigree Turkey and Bacon tonight for dinner, and she also put some real turkey in it. I’ve told you before that mom always fixes rice to go with our dinner. The others like their dinner mixed in with the rice–yuk! When I eat my dinner, I eat my dinner; when I eat my rice, I eat my rice. Besides, mom fixes my rice with some milk in it. It tastes so much better that way.
I got to eat my regular dinner like always, but I was saving my rice and milk for dessert (mom quit giving me donuts and cookies because of the d-i-e-t! I can’t even bring myself to say that evil word). Anway, I left it on the floor by mom’s computer chair quile she fixed dad’s dinner. I, of course, was in the kitchen with mom in case she needed me for something. I went in to check on my dessert, and it was gone.
I immediately went to tell mom, but from the look on my face she already knew something was wrong. She checked my bowl and, sure enough, it was empty. I guess I looked pretty sad. She apologized for Wooly, but it didn’t help. I went into the living room where dad was watching television. I stood there for a while and looked up at him. He asked mom was wrong with me, and she told him. He looked down at me, and I just climbed up into his lap. He petted me, stroked me, scratched my ears, and told me that Wooly was just being mean to me. He commiserated with for a few more minutes and said that mom would fix whatever was wrong.
She did. She gave me two chocolate chip cookies. Maybe if I leave my rice down tomorrow night, Wooly will eat it again.
