Please share, Human Daddy, aka Top Chef.
–Cosmo and Xena
Don’t judge me.
I saw you with the pizza last night, Humans.
Maybe I can’t see the last slice of pizza, but I sure can smell it!
Gimme some, Human Daddy!
C’mon, it’s FRIDAY!!!
Chop chop, Human Mommy! Put your opposable thumbs to use by opening this Jumbo-sized container of treats for me!
Don’t overextend yourself, though. Don’t bother parceling out a tiny portion for me.
I’m perfectly capable of serving myself once you’ve got the lid off.
Got Dog? Good for you!
You’ll never have to dine alone again.
You Humans call it “begging.”
We call it “ordering.”
–Luna, Stella, and Cosmo
Crepes and Cafe-au-lait for breakfast?
Don’t mind if I do.
Sometimes you have to swallow your pride and ask for help.
Help, Human Mommy! The Millenial Meowie is swallowing my dinner!
What’s that? No, I can’t politely ask her to move.
The Millenial Meowie has murder mittens!
(Thanks to Samantha Murdoch for this wonderful description of Meowie paws. Check out samanthamurdochblog.)
The Meowies say it’s rude to hover, but I’m ever so hungry.
I ate 5 minutes ago, i.e. an ETERNITY.
Hurry up Uncle Charlie! I’m starving.
Canned food is good and all, but nothing beats your homemade Dog food, Human Mommy.
Mmmm… My sensitive Canine nose detects chicken, brown rice, carrots and a soupcon of extra virgin olive oil.
Is it ready yet? It sure smells ready and, let me tell you, I’m ready to eat!