Food, food, glorious food, there’s nothing so wonderous to me as is food.
Someone knocks at the door. I shout! I have to shout! Behind that door could be someone delivering my food. I wonder if perhaps I could even tolerate a postman if he were delivering my food? Maybe, I’m not sure?
My staff seem to have a fondness for acquiring my food from a company called Omni, and I like it! For some reason I am not allowed into supermarkets, meaning I don’t get the option to choose my own food, so online ordering it is and with that comes the excitement of knowing that any delivery to my house could contain food for me. Knowing this is the case I make a point of yelling as soon as anyone comes into our driveway, or parks out the front, as I really would hate to miss out on a food delivery.
Conveniently this also means that it comes in a box, which smells of food, yummmmmmm. An added bonus being that it comes in a dog sized box, so I can jump in there and enjoy the odours of food, mmmmmmmmm…
One thing that confuses me, see the following photo for my confused expression, is why I can’t just eat it all when it arrives. To this dog all food should be eaten and eaten as soon as possible. You leave food out and someone else will come along and eat it, meaning I’ve not eaten it, that is not a concept that sits well with me.
Staff get a box of food that I should be eating, instead they decant it into cupboards and hide it from me. Now that I think upon it, I wonder if perhaps they are eating most of it and only giving me small portions? I think we’re going to have to have words!
I’ll leave you with this confused/thoughtful pose while I explain to staff the errors of their ways.
Until next time
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