Supper is just around the corner.

If it fits in the mouth, it’s food.

Yes, I can eat the whole thing.

They are making that roast for me.

I am one with the hamburger wrapper.

Gravity is on my side.

I can will that plate to the floor through the power of intense staring.

I am sincere, and food always comes to the dog who is sincere.

My desire for it makes me worthy of the pork chop.

Any moment now, the trash will be left unguarded.