Hot

My mom was using the oven this morning. After she took a pan out, she was taking food off of it and she dropped a little on the floor. Since I always want people food, I quickly grabbed it. I dropped it right away and shook my head, trying to get the rest out of my mouth. It was HOT. Really hot. But I still wanted it, so I kept sniffing it. Mom led me to the water dish. I drank a little, but I just wanted to go back to the food on the floor. After a little bit, it wasn’t hot anymore, and I gobbled it down.

I guess it wasn’t smart to grab the food, but it smelled so good. I always want the food my people eat, instead of my kibble. Some of my kibble pieces are icky, and I spit those out on the floor next to my dish. Mom brings different kinds of kibble home sometimes, but she hasn’t figured out what I really like yet.