My Dog Doesn't Work

My dog, Pilaf, is primarily concerned with how to get comfortable. He doesn’t work, but he certainly labors.

He has a plastic bone that he likes to chew on and, if you try to take it, he will turn around so that you can’t get to it.

When he gets his food, he must first pick up individual pieces of kibble, drop them on the floor, then wipe his face on the rug over and over for at least 3 minutes before he will actually begin to eat.

Pilaf will almost always find his way underneath the couch, where he waits like some kind of cave creature for someone to do something interesting.

He is a very worthwhile drain on our finances.