At a recent party, Pancake was given a few bites of roast beef by one of the guests. She went crazy, she loved it so much. Then she realized that there was even more RB on a platter on the table. She spent the entire party waiting under the table with her nose pointed toward the plate. It looked like this:

"Please give me some Roast beef! I need it!" she said

The stare was unblinking, the pose beseeching, the effect irresistible. That pooch ate so much roast beef that day, she produced poops worthy of a dog twice her size. That Pancake. Forget chatting with people, or playing with other dogs. It’s all about the MEAT.