Yuch, I tasted Chrissy's canned food today. Though our tastes differ her personality is sizable.
Her thinking faces and her dog winks make me think she is an old fuzzy lady.
Peoples and their pets. Not a petty thing yet treated as such.
This morning she crafted an omelette for me because I requested.
I would have liked it but, as I said, yuch.
This poem in no way presents Hill's Prescription Diet dog food in a positive or negative light. Look, I signed: _X_ Also everyone knows dog food tastes bad.