Saturday, May 08, 2004
Bleh, Glasses
The people left me and went out last night. I was busy looking out the window when I noticed the scent of treats on the table. I tried to get to the treats, but I couldn't reach. Then some glasses fell off the table. I stepped on them, and they might have smushed a little. I figured since they came off the table I'd see if they were tasty. The glass parts had a lovely salty coating on one side. The ends of the handles were softer, so I chewed on them. The outside had stuff to lick off, but when I chewed them off they just tasted like plastic, not flavored at all, and bitter, so I spit the one out, and stopped trying to chew off the other. Glasses aren't good food.
Not at all as nice as the chicken bone I found on the street earlier. It came with a side of ants. Now that was good.
The people left me and went out last night. I was busy looking out the window when I noticed the scent of treats on the table. I tried to get to the treats, but I couldn't reach. Then some glasses fell off the table. I stepped on them, and they might have smushed a little. I figured since they came off the table I'd see if they were tasty. The glass parts had a lovely salty coating on one side. The ends of the handles were softer, so I chewed on them. The outside had stuff to lick off, but when I chewed them off they just tasted like plastic, not flavored at all, and bitter, so I spit the one out, and stopped trying to chew off the other. Glasses aren't good food.
Not at all as nice as the chicken bone I found on the street earlier. It came with a side of ants. Now that was good.
