When I got home today, I was greeted by the usual happy arfies. They were dancing around, wagging their tails, and doing little skippy dances as I tried to wedge myself past them to get through the door. Suddenly, Murphy acted as if he was trying to put himself on time out again, a behavior he did last year after doing something naughty during my absence. As I rounded the corner, this is what I found…a chewed up piece of plastic bag, minus the loaf of sourdough bread that was in it when I had been home at lunch. Guess what, Murphy didn’t get any dinner either. Oh the bloat of it all!
What is he carb loading for?