I have heard gentle humans refer to something as the “Super Bowl.” Now, I don’t know what this is, but I imagine that it must be a very big bowl, a HUGE bowl, something that can hold supper for a very hungry puppy. I would like to have a super bowl. But what do I get instead?
What is the opposite of “Super?”
In the place where my bowls are, I found: my dinner bowl, my water bowl, and something that I can only describe as the “Tiny Bowl.” What, for puppy’s sake, is this little bowl doing there? It is hardly big enough to hold a few pieces of kibble.
So what did I do with it? The logical thing: I picked it up. Or tried to, anyway. It wasn’t easy to get a good bite on it, but I finally grabbed it and held it up for dad to see.
After I decided that it wasn’t worth getting any food in it, I tried playing with it. What fun! I’ve found that if you put it on the smooth kitchen floor, upside-down, you can push it around with your nose like a hockey puck. It will slide here, and I will push it again, and it will slide there, and I’ll chase it again. All the time it makes a great clanking and banging noise … I love it.
Maybe it is supposed to hold something besides dinner, like an appetizer? Or — do I dare even dream about this — maybe it is the Dessert Bowl??!! Can you imagine it filled with ice cream??
Mmmmmmm, yum. I will just have to patiently wait, and hope. I’ll just wait, and hold this bowl for them to see. Here I am, waiting… … “Hey Mom, this puppy wants Ice Cream!”
(OK, so maybe I don’t do such a good job at the patiently waiting part …)