I was hanging out in the den when Mom got up and rooted around in the kitchen for a little snack. Now, 9 out of 10 times she gets nothing good. We're not huge fans of human food for the most part.
I noticed she brought back a little sack, and I have to say that peaked my interest. Treats always come in plastic sacks - so of course I needed to inspect.
When she opened up the package the most heady aroma came wafting across the distance. Beef Jerky - how you vex me. Naturally I had to request a bite - and be pretty firm about it.
Dad was all "Greyson! Get off your Mom's head!" But who can have manners when there is jerked beef right at your paws and jaws?
Tonight, when everyone is asleep, I'm coming for you friend. No cabinet doors can keep me and Quill out...