Remember the days when I used to do stuff? Y'know, fun stuff. Like going to the grocery store to see the meat.
Those days sure were awesome.
So last night I tried to guilt my human into taking me somewhere fun to do something awesome. If you've ever tried to guilt a human into doing something you know it doesn't always 100% work, but I figured half-working is better than sitting around and being bored doing nothing.
ME: Remember the time you took me to the grocery store to see where meat comes from?
HUMAN: Seriously. Dogs aren't allowed in grocery stores.
ME: But I rode in a cart! There are pictures.
Arrgh. Sometimes it reeaaally sucks to have a human with a broken brain. But sometimes...
ME: So what are we eating for game night?
ME: Like Liver Monday but with wild meat and on Wednesday. You promised!
HUMAN: I did?
ME: You totally did.
Goodbye operation guilt. Hello gimpy brain!
Lucky for me, we live like two minutes away from a place that sells everything from boar to venison. Unlucky for me, dogs aren't allowed inside and my human couldn't decide which kind of wild to buy and came back with no meat at all.
My human is still getting over eating liver and wants to stuck with something kinda normal. I think we should go big and eat something totally *not* normal. I mean, the whole point is to be wild. Right?
I vote for something like this:
Or maybe this:
Dutch doesn't care what meat we get as long as Dalmatians can eat it. If you had to pick something wild to eat what would it be? And no, berries do not count.