Nobody here ever feeds me. Look at my empty bowl. Le Sigh.
And if they do, it's just (organic, grain-free, limited ingredient, $$$$$) dog food. It was gross, I had to dump it on the floor.
I tried to beg for some of these delicious homemade kolaches instead.
I mean, look how good I am. I'm even sitting!
But Dad just ate them in front of me and told me how delicious they were. How cruel.
Mom told me I wasn't getting anything else, so I had to eat my spilled food off the floor. Poor me.
Mom apparently didn't understand my message that this food is gross, so I had to dump it again this morning. But I'm not eating it off the floor, because that's icky.
I am reduced to begging for crumbs off Mom's plate. Poor me.