I want one...

I was pursuing the Internet the other day, sitting in Myrtle's lap, when something caught my eye:




Frankly, I believe that Myrtle has been a bit selfish with her corn.  After all, she has never given me an ear on which to chow down.

Now, I do live a charmed life in a culinary sense.  Myrtle, being weary much of the time, saves on dishwashing labors by allowing me to pre-clean all plates, bowls, and saucers.  Occasionally, if I have been especially good whilst she is cooking, my puppy momma will let me lick a serving spoon or spatula.

Of course, the trade-off is that Myrtle does not really give me doggy treats.  She has the world's tiniest doggy bones that I earn when I properly conduct my major business out of doors.  But only one at a time.  They are so small, I barely taste them before they are gone.  Basically, all those doggy treats and bones and chews out there will never cross our threshold.  Sometimes, I wonder what I am missing.  However, yesterday I got to clean up after a plate of Beef with Sugar Snap Peas and today a bowl of Beef Stew with Beer.  Tastiness abounds in our home.

Still, don't you think that Myrtle ought to start making me an ear of corn when she cooks corn?  I do.  Perhaps you could start an Internet campaign to change her mind?


This is my life with Myrtle.  Amos Adams signing off!