The other day when Mom and Dad went out, Bunnybell pointed out that they left the lid off my Thinkers on the counter. She asked if I could reach it. I stared at the 24 ounce container, full of my favorite treats. I tried closing my eyes and chanted "I am a good boy, I am a good boy" , but the aroma of the Thinkers and BunnyBell's barking interrupted my attempted meditation. So I knocked them off the counter, and Bunnybell ate one and I ate the rest (Rosy was sleeping).
I don't think I will do that again, I now know the definition of nauseous.