Sabrina here. We had to remove ourselves from the common dining area; the new accommodations are superior. We are right in front of the large sliding door with a view of the birdfeeders and those tasty morsels that fly about. Father calls them goldfinches. They are just lovely, and most likely very tasty sauteed in a light sauce. Oh well, back to Fancy Feast.
My brother and I took council after our dog brother’s eating habits became just a tad too vocal. How can one enjoy a quiet repast in the kitchen when it’s slobber, slurp, barf, nom nom, and belch? If there is a slogan for a dog’s gustatorial methods, it must be the noisier, the better.
The new arrangement is much superior. A spot in the sun, birds flitting about, delicate viands served in shining bowls, and of course our personal chef fussing about making sure everything is perfect.
However, we’ve asked for a drape between the kitchen and our dining room. We can still hear, faintly, the shrub shrruup bump, as our brother, Max, shoves his bowl about licking out every last trace of breakfast. It somehow spoils the effect.
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Sabrina–kudos to your personal chef for revisiting the dining section for you. ‘Nothing is too good for us’ is our motto. We have something similar to your goldfinches, only ours have bushy tails and seem to enjoy staring at us while they munch on whatever they have selected from the ground. Ew–how very gauche. –your Florida cousins
Bear and I don’t eat like that. Your pal, Teddy Bear T. Dog
Max: It’s ust the cats putting on airs. I hear Sabrina slobber all the time!
Ha! You can visit us any time, Max!
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Beautiful family, I love them all and the photograph is best one, Thank you all, Love, nia