Once again our cruel master displayed his cluelessness when he brought home some Chinese take-out food a few days ago. He had a huge foam container that must have weighed more than Bear, plus two eggrolls. While he gorged himself on the main courses (heartlessly ignoring our whimpering and drooling pleas for just one or two tasty bits), he set the eggrolls aside.

In the process of his gluttonous shoveling in (scarcely looking at his pitiful doggies), he thoughtlessly left the eggrolls on the coffee table (where he eats dinner), even after finishing.

Next evening, master heated up the leftovers and then suddenly thought about the missing eggrolls. Helooked in the TV room and saw a few scraps of waxed paper bag on the floor. “What happened to my eggrolls?” he demanded. “Did you dogs eat them?” Here again, we see the total cluelessness of our cruel master. On one side, here are two half-starved, underfed, beg-for-a-scrap little skin and bone doggies, and on the other side are two warm, aromatic, siren-calling, temptation skyscrapers whose names are eggroll–on a low table just accessible by a small dog or two. What does he think happened to them.

As you can see from the photo with today’s entry, our cruel master sadistically makes us jump for every little “treat” as he calls the cheap dog biscuits he buys.

At any rate, our defense, if–and I’m not saying we did–if Bear and I ate the eggrolls, it was an act of necessity in the face of near famine. Bear has read that some dogs get to 140 pounds or even more, while we are still in the single digits.

Hmmm, something is making me hungry.