So, last night we went to the House of Meat and I ate a whole BUNCH of stuff when my human and The Man were out (please don't tell my human this because she might take away some of my food).
I was kinda worried someone might notice my sudden increase in tubeyness... until Dutch outdid my eating by jumping UP on the counter and consuming an ENTIRE frying pan full of melted cow (technical term: grease).
Sometimes it really sucks to be short.
At first I was really kinda mad at Dutch for being tall enough to eat stuff off the counter. I mean, how fair is that?? But a few hours later, melted-cow karma totally kicked in and taught him a lesson. We're talking sick with a capital S - From both ends. Maybe even at the same time.
Mr. Grease-eater was up all night and I heard my human say something about a trip to the V-word. I'm not feeling so great today, but not bad enough to need the V-word.
I guess being short is better than eating melted cow. Sort of.