You'd think that dog would behave himself after all the trouble he's gotten into lately. Fat chance. Today, he decided to make his food fly. How? He jumped into his food bowl which catapulted the food high into the air. The food landed all over the kitchen floor, and even spread into our front entry-way.
"Moron!" I said. "What's the matter with you?"
My husband came in to see what the problem was. Of course he thought it was funny.
"Oh, but he loves you!"
I got out the broom. I swept up the floor and left a huge pile of kibbles, dirt, and hairballs in front of the dog.
"There you go, dog. I hope you like hair with your kibbles!"
He did. He ate it all up.