|Here I am helping. See, I stay back from the stove in case the oil spatters.|
And I stand watch in case something falls to the floor and needs a coonie clean-up crew!
|Here's the chicken cooking away in the frying pan. |
I think I would like that piece on the right with the pepper on it. OK?
|Here I am looking extra pitiful. Can I have a whole piece please? Now?|
I was horrified. After all the help I gave her in the kitchen... I get kibble? I ate my kibble of course and then watched her eat dinner. I have to admit that she gave me a BITE OF CHICKEN... ONE BITE! And, for that, I should be grateful?
I am ready for the snow to stop and the fun at the dog park to begin. Only then will I quit obsessing with comfort food.