This is too good to be true!
My younger person came home this weekend just to make me a turkey.
A nice, juicy, meaty, scrumptious turkey!
All for me!
I am in dog heaven right now. I can’t wait to get my jaws around that turkey.
It smells so good.
Hey younger person, that turkey is just a little bit out of my reach.
I know you don’t like me counter surfing, so do you think maybe you could just put the whole thing in my dish?
You’re being kind of slow with that turkey, younger person.
All you have to do is pick it up, take it over to my dish, and drop it in?
What do you mean, you’re not going to do that?
I thought you made that turkey just for me.
What!? It’s not for me?
But this is my house. Aren’t all turkeys cooked in my house made for my benefit?
I guess I’ll have to do some counter surfing after all.
Oh please younger person. Can’t I have just one little bite?