I am the Hamburgler. So says my dad.
OK, I did get up on my toes, pulled down an entire plate of burgers, ate them, and hid the evidence for the whole evening. What can I say? I am a growing puppy, and I do not get enough to eat between regular meals, snacks, good boy treats, and whatever I can scavenge. I have to supplement this with theft.
Mother was mad because she was going to take one to work, and my human brother was angry; it was his dinner I ate. Dad just sighed and said one of these days, I’d eat something that would make me sick. He said that when I ate the entire pan of coffee chocolate brownies. Mom was going to take them to work one night, but they were too good to leave on the counter. All I got was the Zoomies. The sooner they accept what Dad called my “proclivity for larceny,” the better off we’ll all be.
Yesterday my nephew Tiberius came over for a visit. I taught him how to patrol for rabbits, smell out the chipmunks and drink from the pond. He is just a little puppy, only three months old. I’ll have to wait a few months to teach him the good stuff.
Then the fun will really start.