I have ordered, been delivered and ate half of a nice spicy pizza! Yum!
Last time I did this I ordered a chili pizza, left one slice, told Demi, let us have a nap. I woke at about 11.00pm and my immediate thought was: that pizza box is no longer on the dining room table. Nor was it: my ever–greedy terrier bitch Demi had dragged it down to the floor and ate the last slice I could not manage. I wonder if she had hot farts?
Today another lovely hot pizza, lotsa meat, only could manage half. Sadly, I knew that no matter where I put the box—it would still be there later, how fucking boring! A terrier keeps you on your toes! Oh yeah! Fucking terrier will find the food no matter what!
Last time I did this I ordered a chili pizza, left one slice, told Demi, let us have a nap. I woke at about 11.00pm and my immediate thought was: that pizza box is no longer on the dining room table. Nor was it: my ever–greedy terrier bitch Demi had dragged it down to the floor and ate the last slice I could not manage. I wonder if she had hot farts?
Today another lovely hot pizza, lotsa meat, only could manage half. Sadly, I knew that no matter where I put the box—it would still be there later, how fucking boring! A terrier keeps you on your toes! Oh yeah! Fucking terrier will find the food no matter what!
