Every Single Morsel

When I finish eating something, I have to show my hands to my dog like I’m a blackjack dealer.

—Stupell Industries

Lil’ Toot here. I’m a Growing Puppy. So I’m like a hungry Tiger when It comes to mealtimes. Snack Times. Treats. I also specialize in Anything Foodwise that drops on the Floor. I especially like Stinky Foods. A tiny piece of Blue cheese is one I savor over and over Again. Living unstuck.

Once the Food Fest is over? It’s gone. But I live in hope, energetically jumping up on kitchen cabinets so I’m a Blur in the Picture. Next, Mom shows Me Her Empty hands. Then I look pitiful. She picks Me up to show Me the Clean counter. But She may be hiding something. Living unstuck . . . kinda.

I wonder: When You get the Munchies, is the Cook in the House holding Something back? Or is the Feast complete? I say: Examine the Scene. Thoroughly. There may be a bit of Something Left Behind that’s Delish. You never know. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#show-your-hands