Lol, today, i gave Winter an early Christmas present: a cheese omelette with a bit of his pellets stuffed here and there. Sorry Mum, i really feel bad for him when i'm making supper for myself late at night. He wanted it so badly that when i put the food in his bowl and asked to shake his hand, he jumped on me full-strength with both paws up. Then i asked him to bring his "bone" and he started whining like mad until he actually understood what i was saying, grabbed his cowhide, and ran to me. He was frantic.
Very little oil, no extra salt, but even i think that the omelette tasted REALLY GOOD. Winter was slurping it up non-stop and chomped down all the cheese-coated pellets. The omelette hadn't even cooled as much as i would've liked. This is probably the tastiest thing Winter has eaten in his entire life. He probably knows me as God, now.
