Here's Chapter 1, in case you missed it.
"Yum. Is that a french fry?"
"Yum. Is that palm fruit?"
"Yum. Is that puppacino?"
"Yum. Is that squid?"
"Why am I seeing Dr Dog again?"
"What are you doing with my poop?"
My tummy hasn't been good since December. Neither has Mr Thumper's. But we've been very considerate and always take turns to be sick so my stay-at-home human only has to look after 1 of us at a time.
Sometimes, my stay-at-home human has to go out. This is very rare because she's extremely dedicated to looking after us. But if she has to go out, she always leaves clear instructions for my out-at-work human on when and how much to feed us.
Last Saturday, my stay-at-home human told my out-at-work human to feed me 3 tablespoons of pap, 5 times a day.
Here's how much 1 tablespoon of pap is.
Here's how much my out-at-work human thinks 1 tablespoon of pap is.
My out-at-work human isn't very good at following instructions.
It's my birthday in 10 sleeps and Dr Dog just told my stay-at-home human I'm not allowed to eat anything but pap for the next 2 weeks.
I think I might be in trouble.
"Does this mean I can't eat that dried tuna Ms Tracy gave me?"
It's 11pm and Mr Thumper just pooped in his bed again. Lucky my humans were awake to clean up.
There's never a dull moment in this house.