Monday, February 6, 2012

It's Not What You Think

When mom gets back from her walk with Wriggley, I'm usually sitting here waiting for them to come in the door.


Oh, it's not what you think.  It's not like I miss them or anything.
See, after mom takes off Wriggley's collar and harness and releases him, she gives him a handful of kibbles from her treat bag...


And I'm just waitin for my chance to find some crumbs...
or maybe even a stray kibble!

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  1. A stray kibble ~ you mean you don't get your own? :shock:

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  2. I think you are fibbing Minnie, I think you miss them :-)

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  3. Well I sure hope you get your own kibble soon!

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  4. Nothing wrong with that, Minnie. Hey, a ladycayt's gotta have her priorities, right? :)

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  5. We love the dog's kibble too! It's yummy. My human calls it kitty junk food and won't let us have too much.

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  6. Ohhh, good plan, Minnie!!
    Stray kibble...ha ha ha, you are a good kitty to adopt them :-)

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  7. Well, we figured there had to be food involved somehow!

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  8. I soooooooo understand! I do the same with Dakota!!! MOL!

    Love, Cody

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