Dear Diary: Have made interesting discovery today. The humans use some sort of invisible force shield — I believe they call it a “table” — to prevent me from getting their food. However, the effect of this device appears to be confined to a limited space, and it may be possible to get around it. Now all that remains is an effective distraction, and the omelette shall be mine.
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Wow
Clearly omelette dog is smarter than chocolate muffin dog. Must be the protein.
Awww! That’s just mean!! 😁
Cracked me up. But unfortunate news… I just burnt my mouth on my soup. Man, I hate when this happens.
Maybe we need to get you a force field…
Or a glass floor?
Yes, yes and a less hasty lunch appetite. As AJ reminded me of the grand old Le Pew expression this weekend. *le sigh*
Fantastic.
Sudden craving for French toast for lunch.
If it was me doggie could have it, I don’t really like omelette, especially if they are runny.
That omelette looks great and the doggo is cute.