Um hi. It’s me, your long lost furry friend LuLu. Remember me? I know, I know… a new baby comes to town and what happens? My little spot of limelight on the blog seems to shrink a bit smaller. So to let Mom know I’m still numero uno around these parts I’ve gone on strike. A food strike, that is.
Goes a little something like this:
Step 1: When human serves breakfast, wag politely (not too excessively or she’ll take it as insincere).
Step 2: Slowly approach the bowl, as if reluctant to eat.
Step 3: Take one sniff (exaggerate the whiff so human knows you’re questioning the appeal).
Step 4: Turn up nose.
Step 5: Walk away slowly. Stop. Turn your head around and gaze up at human.
Step 6: Give a look of disapproval.
Step 7: Find somewhere private to sulk
The result? She makes up a new recipe.
(original recipe found HERE)