As I'm sure you've understood by now, I'm totally mad about doggy biscuits! If you didn't get that, I don't think you've read everything I've told you! Anyway, I thought I'd give you an idea of what it's like to be a biscuit monster like me.
A totally normal evening starts with me lying beside mum in the sofa, when it suddenly hits me that it's ages since I got something to chew on! Like a biscuit! I usually try to get mum to understand my dilemma by giving her "the look that says it all".
As you might notice, I look kind of crazy! Sometimes mum thinks I want to play, because I usually give her the same look when that's what I want, but she has learned the difference in the rest of my behaviour...
When she has finally got the point I'm at, she follows me out into the kitchen, and out there, on a special place, on top of something called a micro wave - whatever that thing is good for - you find the magic container! It's in some sort of metal, it's blue, and most of the time it's full of doggy biscuits!
Can you see the container up there?? When we've come this far, I start my jolly biscuit dance, and at the same time I'm talking a little to make mum understand I really crave for biscuits.
This particular evening there weren't that many biscuits in the container, but lucky me, mum had bought a new box!
Look! A box full of biscuits!! That is just like heaven for a biscuit monster like me!
Now, it turned out that mum wasn't as nice as I thought, the box wasn't full of biscuits, she had just left one or two in the box that I could hear the rattle of. Normally mum buys the biscuits in the doggy-food-store, and then she gets them in bags and usually different kinds. This time we hadn't been to that store, so she got this box from the human food store, but, as I said, it wasn't full when she gave it to me.
So, the struggle of getting the biscuits out of the box started. I might have a long nose, but I couldn't reach the bottom of the box no matter how hard I tried. The box kept moving away all the time, so I decided to try and support it against one of the kitchen chairs. That might make my mission a bit easier.
As it turned out, the idea with the chair wasn't that good after all, I still couldn't get to the tempting biscuits even though I managed to get some small parts from the top of the box away. Then I decided it might be easier if I moved over to the rug again, and if I turned the box over, the biscuits might fall out on the floor!
Now, the thing with biscuits is that they don't really do what you expect them to do, so then you have to really be clever, or rather a bit crude: You have to start ripping the box in pieces!
What you have to do is rip most of the box apart, and like magic, suddenly you can get to the biscuits! Eat them really fast so they don't get a chance to disappear, and then lick the inside of the box.
When you've thoroughly licked the inside of the box, make a last check so there is no biscuits hiding out in the corners, but usually when you've come this far, it's nothing but empty left!
So, as you see, I don't get my biscuits served on a silver tray, but as mum has told me, some things you want in life you have to work for and put some effort in if you really want to get them!.
Copyright Yvonne Eriksson - 2003
