Posted by on Dec 5, 2019 | 14 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think there has been a mixup in my treats…

Well, I have to tell you that it’s usually mama who gives me a little treat when I…er…uh…do something to generate a little special Party Time (mixed with low-fat kibble – you can’t pull one over on me, mama, I know you cut it!), and so mama was busy helping me do my blog but I wanted my treat because of what I had “done” and so papa went in to where mama was and asked which jar had the treats in it and then he went back into the kitchen and you won’t believe what he almost did.

He almost gave me a treat out of his CEREAL container, which, maybe unfortunately for me, looks just like MY TREAT HOLDER, except taller, and so papa almost gave me a big pinch of what those Roman soldiers used to eat to keep their marching muscles – FARRO in Italian and in English, SPELT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thought spelt was the past tense of spell…haha.

Maybe I should make it a practice to rub on mama instead when I look anticipatory, but I have to say, papa figured it out pretty quickly, and heaven knows I did NOT need more roughage, haha.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I gave papa’s jeans a little caress to make him feel better…