Mama told me she thought dogs were supposed to be scavengers.
I’ve quickly set the record straight.
I am a carnivore through and through.
I can hear the sound of a knife on a cutting board and am in the kitchen, hoping it’s chicken and that I’ll get the parts too tough for human mouths.
No veggies. No fruits. Cheese is more than acceptable, but that’s it.
Mama says I’m “picky.” Excuse me, but the word is “purist.”