I'd don't usually think of myself as a finicky eater. I'm pretty much happy with anything for dinner. (Although, I'll be honest, my favorite food in the whole wide world is cream cheese). Still, I really don't understand why mommy and daddy insist on putting that... substance... in my bowl every night. I have to pick out all that *dog food* in order to get to the real food, like those little pieces of chicken or beef that they hide in the bottom of the bowl.
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