This morning we went for a walk by the river. It has been hot--over 100 for a few days--so we go for a very long walk early in the morning. This morning when we got to the picnic area, I found a whole slice of bread. Someone must have left it for the birds. Well, I found it. It was mine! AND SHE pulled it right out of my mouth. Just grabbed it and ripped it right out! I was so surprised I didn't even chomp down and save a bit of crust. So I got nothin'. Then SHE threw it away! How unfair is that?!!!
(And she can stop calling me Kegs--short for keg on legs. It's mostly fur.)