Mommy was so happy that Daddy was coming home, she decided to make her first-ever apple pie. I was supervising from the sofa. As she was rolling out the dough, I told her she needed more flour as the dough was cracking and sticking to the rolling pin. She asked me how many pies I had made before. Harumph! I was only trying to help . . . But she did let me taste test the first piece: it was quite yummy, although the crust was funny-looking (I didn't tell Mommy). Mommy also made some cheese-egg dish for Daddy, but he wouldn't eat it because it was "too rich". Huh? NO such thing. I told Mommy I would eat it, so she gave me some to try. Unfortunately for me, I keep forgetting that eggs make me throw up (except when it is well-hidden, like in cake or cookie mix). As soon as I finished the food, bam! I felt the contractions of my stomach and in a few short minutes, barfed up the entire meal. Oh well.
Daddy felt bad for me, so he gave me extra loving that night . . .