I tried explaining to Twizzler, the Greyhound, that he did not want to eat my dinner. He begged to differ and when I turned my head for one second, he helped himself to a mouthful of rice. What he didn't realize was that it had HOT red pepper paste mixed in it. Poor baby. He lept off the couch and started rubbing his face on the floor. Then he ran for water. The entire time he was making the Greyhound scream of death. Poor baby. He has finally settled on the other end of the couch. He is definitely mad at me. LOL. Now neither one of us will eat the rice.
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