I am the Dog

Growing up, we had a dog. We was medium sized white haired dog Lucky. Too smart for his own good! He was a menace in many ways,  but there was 1 way he was very useful. He used to eat all the leftovers at home. And this is one of the perks of having a pet dog in the first place, right? 

I was thinking about the state of leftovers at my home and realized I'm the only one who eats leftovers! Every day for lunch i heat up left overs and slowly and diligently clean up leftovers from the fridge. No one else at my home quite does that. Dulce doggy, meanwhile is tempremental about food. He has expectations. He has mood swings when it comes to food. He needs variety, he needs nutrition, he needs taste. He has standards. 

I then reached the seemingly obvious conclusion then. I am the dog!