(In case you’re wondering, it was a fairly decent meal.)
Dad says he is our slave and has to do all this work in preparing our food for us. (Well, duh, obviously.)
Honestly I don’t see what the problem is – it doesn’t look like much work to me.
Though next time I’d prefer if he put that food in my bowl instead of storing it. In fact, just give it all to me!
Because honestly, who wouldn’t want to watch me sit and eat?
Oh yeah, and Gus might be in these videos somewhere too. I guess.
Sometimes mum puts out a mid-morning snack for us by giving us some parsley to munch on (usually after we – or more often, just Betsy – pester her by begging near the kitchen door).
Unfortunately for us, dad was up and alert this time, doing his stupid photo thing.
Do you think you’re being clever or something, dad? You’re not fooling anyone.
Now put that camera down and give me some treats.
Or, y’know, you could take a video of us eating. I guess that’s OK too. Just don’t interrupt us, OK?
So Betsy and I are just chillaxin’, enjoying some quiet time under dad’s chair, when suddenly we see dad get down on the floor.
Naturally, of course, we rush over to see if he has any treats, but he just said he wanted to take a picture of us while we were chillaxin’.
Needless to say, we weren’t very happy.
As you can see, no treats were forthcoming.
Uh oh dad, you’d better look out. I think Betsy is PLOTTING YOUR DOOM.
Maybe next time dad will learn to always bring us treats.