When the Food Runs Out...

...I've had to resort to hauling the heavy dog dishes around.

I tip it over on my hoard...I mean collection of toys to show the hoomans it is empties.

I sniff the bottom for crumbs, to prove my hunger is real.

Then I add it to the pile of other dishes I have gathered and left on the couch from various locations.  The black one is my pawsonal turkey dish from the dining room. 

Smooches,
Poppy