The slurping finally got to me. In the office where Sheri and I write, surf the internet, read email, Comet also has his dog bed. For some reason, he licks his paw, then licks the dog bed. One particular night, a slight raspy crinkle sound made me turn before the usual, “Aghhh, COMET!!!!”
I retrieved the plastic snack tray remains of a Ritz snack I had enjoyed the previous evening, licked clean – and put it in the kitchen trash. Tonight, I retrieved a second plastic which I assume was the last of the snacks I had enjoyed the other evening. There’s a potentially glowing recommendation I could post on the Ritz website for these processed cheese food and hardtack cracker snacks – preferred by both man and canine. As long as Dexter doesn’t develop a fondness for macadamia nut cookies I’ve hidden away, we probably can work out snack time.
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