My mom was checking Twitter when she found this story about the Dog Bowl, tweeted by @Teriss.
Apparently the Czech president gave the dog some dishes so Bo can eat with pride from special china with the White House seal.
Here’s what I get. I have a plastic two-sided bowl, with water and food served together. I guess I should be grateful to have a bowl at all. The cats eat off paper plates.
What will the First Toy be? Forget politics, Bo. Train your owners to get you a kong toy. Maybe ex-Prez Jimmy Carter will donate some peanut butter. That’s the way to my heart, anyway. I only get the good stuff when I’m in my crate, out of the way while Mom talks on the phone. She talks a lot and it gets so boring I chew socks, pencils and even ball point pens.
“I hate interrupting my calls to yell, ‘No! Put that @&#@! down,” Mom says. “And you know how I feel about swearing around my clients. So…into the crate you go.”
Apparently loud slurping sounds don’t bother anybody. Yum!