Shhh... we secretly tore a gaping hole in the corner of the large bag of dog food that fell behind the hot tub. Mr Bacchus tried to wedge himself into the small corner too.
|need a paw?|
It was fun to watch our human crawl along the edge of the cover, hoping not to find out how much water fifty pounds of dry food could absorb. There was grunting from the corner, as the bag suspensefully tore a little more, spilling a couple kernels of kibble, before it emerged victoriously.
|are you going to eat that?|