The humans seem to have this thing called leftovers, food prepared for a meal but not eaten that is saved for a future meal. To dogs that take great pride in polishing their bowls at every single meal, this concept of leftovers is foreign.

What are you boxing up there, Hu-dad?

Apparently, unlike our food that is carefully measured for every meal, the humans hunt at something called a grocery store where the prey is always in some odd-sized container that few human families number. Apparently, the meaning of merchandising is to make the humans buy more than they need.

Hmmmm. This recipe looks good. Pork chops with mushroom gravy.

Thus, the humans always package up what they don’t eat, stick it in the refrigerator, and throw it into the trash several days later when it starts smelling really, really good. Some sort of strange human ritual.

Spilled a little gravy on the counter, Hu-dad. Here, let me clean it up for you.

Of course, we offer to eliminate all leftovers for them, but they refuse our help. Humans – there is no explaining their behavior.

I will just hang out here in case any other messes need cleaning.