His name is Spike. He is not much fun. Can't even get in the doggie door.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
is sharp and tangy. Humans left it on the dining room table. Managed to get it. Pretty hard so had to gnaw on it, so did not get too much eaten. They came back in 5 minutes because they remembered they forgot it.
Took it on the bed, got it out of the paper bag, and feasted away!
They think because I am four that I won't do this stuff.