West Highland Terriers, like so many other dogs, love food action. By that I mean patiently waiting as our human masters prepare food in their kitchens. Is it instinct that has us vacuum up anything that “falls” on the floor by our keen noses. Yes I was not born yesterday so I know sometimes our masters may “drop” a piece of food “by accident” knowing we are there to vacuum it up.
Well one day Master Robert was in the kitchen preparing some Mexican food called “fajitas”. A piece of chicken “dropped” on the floor. Thank you, Master Robert! Then a piece of cheese fell on the floor and I think Master Robert failed to realize this drop and I hustled up for some grub with a quick sniff sending a signal to my brain CHEESE! Vacuum cleaner Dylan in action hoovered it up and despite a bit of spice and heat YUMMY!
My stomach started gurgling in the middle of the night and poop and poop all over the house. So humiliating. When Master Robert came down to put me out for my morning widdle he stepped in a pool of poop. I expected an angry burst but instead a laugh. He knew it was the Jalapeno Monterrey Jack Cheese. He picked me up and said no more of that hot Mexican stuff in this house! Out I went for my morning widdle.
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