Salem gets right up in my face today, “Smell my breath.”
“Come on, smell it.”
I paw him, “I’d rather lick a dog.”
“Come on,” he grins real wide and throws a big puff of bad breath at me causing my whiskers to curl, “guess what I just ate?”
He trots in a circle around me smiling. Then he leans in and says, “BB-Q ribs! I ate our human’s BB-Q rib. And it was gooood.”
My eyes widen. I glance around the room. Before I can say anything, I hear our human.
“Oh shit! Gotta go,” All that is left is a few hairs floating in the air when she walks up. You can tell it’s going to be one of those days.