Let me back up to 2007. That is the year I met my soulmate, Murphy. He joined our household, which included Cali and the now-departed Samson.
Samson was the sweetest, fattest Beagle ever. He looooved to eat. Nothing came between him and a morsel of food. He also liked to steal any bits of food from any source he could find. He had such a belly that I used to tell people he was a Peagle (part pig -- part beagle). Some people actually believed me. HAHA!!
Anway, when Murphy joined the tribe, feeding time was chaos. Samson was so food aggressive that Murph would just grab a mouthful of nuggets from his bowl and eat under the dining room table. It was sad.
awwww I miss Samson. and that red couch (that thing was comfy).
At this point in his life Samson was too husky to jump up on the furniture so we started feeding Murph on my chair so the poor little fellow could eat in peace.
My chair is still where Murphy likes to eat --even though our sweet little piggy pie, Samson, has gone on to doggy heaven.
Flash forward to yesterday after feeding time. There I sat blogging away and eating a graham cracker.
Ooops. I dropped a piece. Without taking my eyes off the screen I reach down and put it in my mouth.
This tastes funny. Not sweet at all. What the? What is it?
Holy crap! I ate a piece of dog food that Murph left behind!!!!!!!!!
I ain't gonna lie. It was not that bad.
