I gave Carrot some tuna, and Rosie went cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. She was growling, snarling, barking and jumping at the tuna. I had to physically restrain her. Needless to say, she didn’t get any.
She’s presently sniffing the trashcan in hopes that its lid will magically open. I’ve never seen her get so worked up about food. She’s usually ambivalent. Go eat your carrot, Rosie.
BTW, when did this become a dog blog?