I just purchased several cases of very expensive low-fat tuna. I am stacking them all up when Salem comes into the room.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Oh, I’ve decided to go on a diet.” I touch my little tummy, “I want to lose a few pounds.”
He looks at the rows of cans stacked three feet high and says, “Couldn’t you just eat less?”
I shake my head, “Why do you hate me?”
Salem walks in while I’m writing in my journal and asks, “Is that your diary?”
“It looks like a menu.” He takes a paw and points at an entry, “Tuesday: Kibble, Wednesday:Kibble, Thursday:Kibble, Kibble.”
“And your point?” I ask, blinking.
“Ok,” he scratches his head, “but why two Kibbles on Thursday?”
“Oh, that was the day I started my diet.”
“So then, why two?”
“I thought about eating the extra lean Kibble first, but then I decided not to. Instead, I rewarded myself with double Kibble for considering such a healthy choice in the first place.” I beam with pride, “Diet success depends on a good reward system. You wouldn’t understand.”