[I will preface this by saying that Streaka is also known as “the Queen” and that, ironically as it turns out, both Streaka and Rogie will do anything for a chance to get their snouts into the koi food (made of very stinky fish meal).]

So, one night for dinner, the whippets shared a 2 lb. chub of a fish-blend dog food. What follows is their response:

Streaka: Hmmmm. I don’t recognise this white stuff. Best just eat around it for a bit.

Dayton: Mmmmmmm. Dinner.

Tighe: Mmmmmm. Dinner. <chew, chew. slobber, slobber.>

Rogie: <sniff>

Streaka: Hmmmm. Do I detect a hint of carrot? Ooooo, I like carrots. I wonder if there’s any turnip in here. Turnips are my favourite.

Dayton: Mmmmmmm. This is the catfish, is it? Isn’t that what those Cajun whippets eat? Laissez les bons temps rouler, cher!

Tighe: Mmmmmm. Dinner. <chew, chew. slobber, slobber.>

Rogie: <sniff>

Streaka: Catfish? Darling, you know I don’t eat bottom fish. No wonder it didn’t taste right to me. Tighe! Tighe, come here and deal with this for me.

Tighe: Mmmmmm. Dinner. <chew, chew. slobber, slobber.>

Rogie: Catfish? What is this catfish? We have no catfish in Germany. We have cats. We have fish. But catfish? That is an abomination! I cannot eat this. Tighe! Eat this! Schnell, schnell!

Tighe: Mmmmmm. Dinner. <chew, chew. slobber, slobber.>

Dayton: I’d really like some more of that catfish.

[Dayton looks pensive.]

Dayton: If I show you my boobs, will you give me more? No? That’s just Mardi Gras beads, you say? Even if I show you all ten? No? It’s all gone? Tighe! Save some of Rogie’s for me!

Tighe: Mmmmmm. Dinner. <chew, chew. slobber, slobber.>

So, two thumbs up and two thumbs down. (Or, two dew claws up and two two dew claws down.)

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