Fleegle licks his bowl after finishing his dinner of raw poultry blend and vegetables.
“So how was it?” I ask.
He sits by his bowl. “That was the best dinner I’ve ever had. Give me more.”
“Better than the time you stole the baked ham off the counter?”
“Yep, and as I’ve told you before, it’s not stealing if you leave it out for the taking.”
“Was it better than the baked Cornish hen that disappeared from the grocery bag?”
“Oh yeah, much better. That was way too salty for my taste, at least it would’ve been if I’d been involved in its disappearance.”
“Better than the sugar cookies?”
“Those gave me the toots.” He starts for the den.
“Don’t I know it. Where are you going?”
“My couch in the den to sleep. I think I’ll nap until it’s time to eat again. That meat is a heavy number.”