Gentle Readers,
I am sure that many of you, as I did, were privy to a certain amount of television machine chatter vis-a-via a "super" sort of "bowl" on this most recent of the Sundays. I can attest that the contents of my bowl could indeed be deemed "super" as evidenced by the chicken 'n stars soup warmed and stirred into a piquant tinned blend of lamb and assorted grains, followed later in the day by an entrée of browned ground beef whose liquefied fat had been lovingly spooned over the bed of kibble upon which the meaty deliciousness had been arranged in my aforementioned bowl.
I am aware that my recent loss of appetite and the diminishment of my impressive and majestic bulk due to the chemotological therapy I have been undergoing has been of rather a large amount of concern to my Daddy and Our Mommy Girl. But the undertaking of a national media campaign to raise public awareness of the measure they were undertaking to tempt my buds of taste so as to afford me strength to combat this unfortunate Canned Sir is just so very touching to me, and I thank all who were involved.
Now, off to locate that most tempting-sounding "pig skin" I heard was being handed around. Where there is the skin of a pig, there is quite likely the succulent meat of one as well.
Yours, sated,
Mordred T. Dog
