Taco Night

You had three steak tacos, Human Daddy, and now you have only one.

A handsome black and white hound stares up at a steak taco atop a dining table.

I have to assume you left the last one for me, your loyal, beloved Dog Son.

Don’t worry—if you’re still hungry, I’ll let you have the salsa, veggies, and shell.

I’m generous like that.

—Cosmo

Hostages

Is your Human Mommy failing to provide you with sufficient treats and telling you to eat Kibble instead?

A magnificent black and white cat lounges on a kitchen counter in front of a variety of products.

Take her beloved breakfast pastries, Human Daddy’s coffee creamer, and the Woofies’ treats hostage.

Human Mommy will have to pay a handsome ransom of Temptations.

—Apollo