Negotiating with Biscuits #10 – Breakfast

I’m cooking my breakfast in the kitchen when Fleegle trots in from the backyard. “Feeling better, I see,” I say.

“Absolutely.”

“I bet that’s the last time you’ll be eating duck treats.”

“I’m not so sure that’s what made me sick. They were pretty tasty. It might’ve been something else,” he says, hopefully.

“What else did you eat?”

“Kibble.”

“That’s never made your stomach upset before.”

He sniffs the air by the stove where I’m cooking. “Bacon and eggs have never upset your stomach before, maybe I should have some of them.”

“Is that Labrador logic?”

“It’s the process of elimination. If I sample everything I’ll eventually find what made me sick, starting with your eggs. I’d like ketchup on mine, please.”

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