Here’s what happened.
I was minding my own business, taking a nap in the hall, when my people called me over to do my dogly duty.
Taking care of something that was spilled on the floor.
I understand it’s a dog’s job to clean up spills and usually I appreciate the work.
But this time there was only one thing spilled.
And you know what it was? An olive.
I hate olives!
How could my people abuse me so much by telling me to clean up something so disgusting?
So after I refused to do my dogly duty Scratchy decided to get into the act.
He came over to my person and started begging.
Scratchy never begs. He hardly likes anything but cat food.
And you know what my person did?
She gave Scratchy some of the tuna out of her sandwich.
And then a piece of lettuce dropped out of her sandwich.
Scratchy ate it.
Scratchy doesn’t like lettuce. He’s never eaten a piece of lettuce in his life.
I like lettuce.
There is not room in this house for two spill cleaners. Something’s got to be done.
By the way, if you think Scratchy is going to win out on the spill cleaning duties…
Scratchy didn’t eat the olive either.