Send Me No Carrots

You know, being a blogging dog has been almost all good. The wonderful furiends - well, I can't say enough about how great it is to be part of such a warm, friendly, furry community. And, for the most part it's only enhanced my relationship with Blog Mom, since we're partners in this endeavor. I'm the more important partner, of course, but partners nonetheless.  There is just one little fly in my ointment and I wondered if anyone else out there was having similar problems. It stands to reason that anyone who is obsessed involved enough with her dog to help the dog blog is going to give a fair amount of thought to the care and feedng of us. I'm for that. But it seems that there's a fairly large contingent of us who have been brainwashed  into enjoy eating rabbit food healthful fruits and vegetables. And they blog about it. And Blog Mom reads all their blogs.

Well, live and let live, I say, but it's been giving Blog Mom ideas. Do you know what happened just yesterday. Well, she went to the grocery store and brought back bags. The unwritten rule here is that when she does that,  there should be something for me in at least one of the bags. I was innocently rummaging through, trying to help out by pointing out which bag she should look in first, when she took out a bag of carrots and offered me one! I was gobsmacked, I tell you! I was so shocked that I almost turned down the snausages that she'd also bought.  I think that Blog Mom is getting me confused with one of these:

The fact of the matter is that I think of myself more like this:

I am a predator. I give chase and bring down my prey, be it roast chicken or ravioli. I am a carnivore. Also a cheesevore. Not a vegevore, Moms!