It's Mealtime!

There moving all over the house. I don't get it. It looks like they're putting clothes in a big suitcase. One daddy is going that way; the other is going the other way. I can't keep up. I going to settle on my perch here on the coach and wait for things to die down a bit. Where's that bone? Me chewing on that bone will kill lots of time. It was here on the rug last time. Did they hide it on me again? I hate when they do that. It taste good. I just chew, chew, chew, chew, chew......

OK, where's that bone? Let me look in the bedroom. No. Let me look in the other bedroom. No. Ohhhh, but there's my bear! I'll just grab that sucker and take that in the living room. Hmmm..... I smell something tasty in the bag. It's got small holes on the side. I smell something tasty. I think it's my bone. How do I get in there? What's that? I hear someone in the kitchen. I might get some food!

Yup, daddy is cooking. Smells good. I'll just sit here and see what I get. Oh something fell to the floor. Let me just take a quick sniff. YUCK! He's opening the fridge. I see a something. YES!! It's chicken! There he goes to the white box that heats things up. He's grabbing my bowl. I smell chicken! My favorite! He's putting it in the bowl! He's placing it on the floor! Time to eat! But wait. Let me look at it first. It might be chicken. It smells like it. What are these other things in the bowl? I don't know why they keep feeding me these dry, crunchy things. All I want is the chicken! Gimme chicken. Chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken!