Bun,
Your instinct to scavenge is puzzling. When I let you out to play in the morning, you always go straight for under the coffee table. There, you find your bag of kibble which you unceremoniously bite holes into. And then you eat the scattered bits of kibble on the floor. All this when you have greens and a bowl full of kibble in your house.
You make such a fuss that I decided to help you yesterday. It must have been nice to poke your head in the bag and nom away.
I will never understand your ways, dear Bun.
Love,
L.
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