This morning, here at the Biped’s hovel, a basket of treats arrived, sent from the writer at Tails Magazine. (As some of you may know, I’m kind of a big deal these days, what with my face on the cover of an actual publication.)
I wasn’t expecting compensation, but if this is that, I don’t mind telling you that I have been wildly overpaid. Along with a smattering of people fodder that interests me not in the least, there was this – a box of indescribably delicious disks, fused together with what appears to be carob and peanut butter. Now, I do believe I’m about to swallow my tongue.
Seriously, I don’t know what kind of bargain the culinary geniuses over at Three Dog Bakery struck with the devil, but trust me, what they have created could not have been accomplished by H. Sapien alone. Honestly, these things are so frickin’ delicious I’m not even sure how to eat them. Normally, I take my treats to 
the place behind the sofa where I lick them, stack them, and slowly consume them at my leisure. Or, more often than not, stockpile them “for later.” Well, screw that. I need to get these toothsome nuggets of mouth-watering ambrosia down my well-muscled throat with all due speed.
It’s really that simple. Bone appetite.
Freddy