Down with blue goofus?
Break bread with your truest friend.
Who cares if she drools?
Grant you, my truest friend likes to gaze at me in entirely misplaced optimism when I eat. Not mentioning any names, Buffy.
These two were charming to watch as I enjoyed a chocolate milk. Half of the human’s attention was on her food and half on her dog. Me? I scarf down my food to teach her about the realities of the world. (These lessons have yet to stick.)
I miss my dog.