This morning My Margret was checking my ears to see how they were doing. After she gave me a tummy rub I got up, went into the kitchen sat by the refrigerator and asked nicely for a piece of cheese.
My Margret ruffled my fur and laughed. I don’t think it was funny. I mean come on I get cheese and hotdogs with my pills and ear powder. I think it’s only fair to expect some cheese when my ears are looked at.
Who’s with me?
~ this is Belle “the it’s always time for cheese” Pup for the rest of the pups and kitties.
Of course, B. Looking is the same as treating. Cheese treats are definitely in order, here. I am with you!!
Love and licks,
Cupcake
Thanks Cupcake, welcome aboard! ~nose nudges Belle
Has your Margret ever asked you if you want a little cheese with that w(h)ine? I think that’s how Lexi got hooked. (On cheese, not w(h)ine.)
Mrs. Amy, I love you but hmmm, I’m beginning to think that you’re not on my side. ~ nose nudges Belle
I’m totally with you! I would have expected the same thing!
Thank you Mia! I’ll tell My Margret what you said. ~nose nudges Belle
I am TOTALLY with you!
Yours sincerely,
Margaret Thatcher
Thank you Maggie, that means a lot to me! ~ nose nudges Belle