I hate veggies

Ever since the dinner at Happy Daze, Momma's been trying to feed me more vegetables. I don't know if you know what veggies are, but they're those icky things that you sometimes find together with your food, but aren't meat. Lemme say that again: NOT MEAT!

I love my food

Yuck! I don't really like them, but my humans insist that they're supposed to be good for me and everything. How is it supposed to be good for me when it makes my taste buds go "EEERRGGH," right? I try to eat a few of them to appease Momma... but I just can't bring myself to finish the rest.

I heard from Grandma and Grandpa that while they were visiting Knuckles, Knucks got to steal and eat Grandpa's slice of cheese cake... and nobody punished him!!! How come he gets to eat the nice food???

But I hate my veggies

Seriously, I'd much rather munch on Momma's slippers instead. They may taste like the floor, but they've got a nicer texture. Momma's just gotten another pair to replace the pair I destroyed, so I'm looking forward to trying them out!

Then this morning, Pops thought it wasn't such a good idea for me to chew on Momma's new slippers, so he took them away from me and stubbornly offered me some veggies instead.

Well, I thought taking the slippers away from me wasn't such a good idea either, so I left a Golden Offering under his chair. This is how dogs renegotiate!