The male non-porcine (who refers to himself as "daddy") normally feeds me at around 7am daily, at which time I also get a quick walk to the end of the driveway to collect the New York Times for the other non-porcine (female, refers to herself as "mommy").
Well, today, which is apparently Saturday and different to the rest of the days... my food was delayed by 3 hours!!! Daddy was having a lie-in while Mommy was pushing him out of bed to carry on with his morning duties. These duties include, most importantly, my morning nosh. Daddy did make up for his tardiness by giving me three spearmint treats in a large round pool (that's what the non-porcines called it; I have no idea what a pool is) filled with colourful balls the size of my head. I rooted for what seemed hours (the non-porcines claim the search took mere seconds) to find that food. It did taste delish. Glad I took the time and effort to have a look in all those colourful balls.
Later in the morning, Mommy stuck some red substance under my mouth and said "try these strawberries! They taste yummy!" Well, I had a quick sniff and I wasn't going to have any of that. Bring on the regular chow, I say!
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