Dear Ethan & Olivia,
YES I stole the chicken off the table! NO I don’t care (too much!)
I didn’t like getting yelled at, and I didn’t like when they took it away before I could munch it all.
Your mom THREW IT AWAY!!! All that beautiful bones and gristle, GONE!
If she wasn’t gonna eat it, why couldn’t I have it? I didn’t mind the carpet threads and a little dirt—it’s just more chewy that way!
I don’t like this new diet thing! I want more food! Why doe we have to diet? Why does it have the word die in it? That doesn’t seem like a good thing!
YOU don’t have to diet! I saw you get your regular lunch!!! I want regular lunch!!!
I like the rice and the lamb and stuff, but the green beans and sweet potatoes are weird. Could you cook them in bacon? Everything’s better when it is cooked in bacon, right?
There should be a LOT more meat! The cats get LOTS of meat, but we don’t! WHY?
What is this “balance” your mom keeps talking about, and who cares??? If it doesn’t have meat, it doesn’t matter!
So I’m a little gassy and my butt squeaks! Everyone’s butt squeaks, mine just squeaks a bit more! The old food was FINE!!!
Maybe we should try a new vet! The old one could be jealous or something! No one ever takes her for a walk, and all she does is give shots. She never gets to play with the dogs who come in; she just touches us in weird places and talks to our peoples. No wonder she’s miserable!
So YES I am going to start hunting whatever dinner is on the table! If the cats get to be jerks, so do I!
I WANT MORE MEAT.
But I don’t want you to be mad! Why couldn’t I have some of your dinner? Why can’t I beg at the table? How am I supposed to get more food???
I don’t think this diet thing is good AT ALL. I’m starting to sound mean like the cats! HELP!!!