What. A. Ripoff!

Yeah well, like I said, The Woman boiled down the turkey carcass. So I'm figuring I'm Golden for a coupla days what with about a pound of meat that fell off that baby, right? Plus all that good turkey broth! I love turkey broth!

Ok so I am going to show you something here. She went thru all that turkey to make sure there were no little bones anywhere. It took her like fifty zillion years while I was hopping on one foot here and Mojo was howling.

So next thing you know she's doing some other stuff and comes up with this great soup! It had carrot and rice and spinach and fresh parsley for my breath and nice strong broth, all the stuff I like.

Did I get any? No! She ate it! I mean she ate it right in front of me and Dog-God and everybody!

I was like, What the Fershtunk is going on here!

Next thing I know I'm looking at this bowl of shredded turkey scraps. But hey! It smelled good. So I forgot about the soup.

So she puts the bowl down on the table and I figure well, that's mine right? So she says,

"Tosca don't touch that! It's for you AND Mojo and Roni and $nack and Benny and the Jets. Leave it!"

I'm thinking like, Are Youuuuuuu Kidding? I waited fifty thousand years for this stuff!

Now, I remember Leave It very well. I am Leave It trained, among other revolting things I am forced to do. I remember advanced class when the instructor left a raw hot dog in the middle of the floor and I and other stupid doogs just like me had to walk by it, sit near it, everything but eat it. I passed that test with flying colors only to see a setter snatch it up and eat it right in front of me. Boy, was I P O'd! But still, I listen. I listen because who wants to hear The Woman carry on if I don't?

So I stand there on my hinds staring longingly and drooling at these turkey scraps. And I'm sizing it up. I'm thinking, me, Mojo, Roni, $nack, Benny and the Jets.....

Suddenly, all those chunks didn't seem like a lot anymore. Then I heard The Grey Ghost heading for the kitchen and I just KNEW Mojo was going to hop up on the table and take what he wants right in front of Poor Perfect Me who is in Leave It Mode.

No Leave It for Mojo. He doesn't have to do any of those tricks. He says it's because he's a cat and cats are superior. So now he's got me festering and getting ready to bite my foot again.

So I'm mentally calculating how this stuff is going to be divided up and I said, To Hell With That Leave It Crap. I'll take my punishment later. This stuff is mine!


Burrrrrrrp!