Letting Butter Talk

Julie, can you please help me?


I'd really like to chew on my bone for a while. It's so delicious. I could chew on it all day. But it's too far away.

I just ... can't ... reach ... it.


I've had a rough day. I had to get up at 7 a.m. and get groomed and eat and wait for the mailman to come and take a noon walk with Conservative Boy and eat again and it's so exhausting being me. Won't you please help?


GAH. I give up. I don't want the stinkin' bone anyw—


—wait a second. What is that? An intruder?


Nope, false alarm. But don't worry, Julie. I got your back, babe.