Toast

Mom made toast for my human sisters yesterday.  The smell of butter was so invigorating that I wanted to partake some of that too.  So I put my paws on my mom and gave her the look that usually gets her to do my bidding - you know "I am a poor little puppy - don't you want to give me all that bread?"  Of course it worked - she made the toast with a little butter (Yes only a LITTLE) - and gave it to me.  I had to make sure first the butter was on there, but the bread - I hate it when she buys this cheap bread.  It def was not the good moist kind.  I was not pleased.  But I ate it anyway - normally I would have left it on the floor for her to find it, but I felt nice yesterday.