Yesterday, Daddy was off and went to get a sausage biscuit from Chik-Fil-A for breakfast. It smelled sinful... ooohhh....weeee.. He left the whole thing opened just for me on the tray. I must have been very good for him to leave such a big treat for me... when Daddy came back inside... he was very angry when he saw all that was left of the sausage biscuit was the wrapper... It wasn't a treat, I wasn't good... oh... no... ran into my house and have stayed there since....
Moral of the story: eat as fast as you can, you never know when they'll come back... it's always worth every scumptious gulp. Don't judge me... I'm just a sweet little shih-tzu mix.....
