The French Fry Fiasco

So the other day I was walking around outside a Wendy's restaurant. Well, "walking" is kinda' a euphemism. Actually I was pulling and tugging on my leash as hard as I could. Hey! I don't know any better. I'm an Obedience School drop-out...
remember?

Anyways, so I'm lookin' through the floor-to-ceiling glass window of this Wendy's. And there are people in there! People...eating...big, juicy hamburgers and crunchy, salty french fries.

Yeah, I started begging! Pwease! I'm just a wittle, hungwy puppy! I wove Fwenchy Fwies. Pwease feed me! Pwease!

And then it happened. This nice man grabbed a french fry off his tray and held it out to me. And I went for it!

Ow! Hit my schnoz on the window.

Mommy...it's not funny! Stop laughing! Grrrr.

WOOF!

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