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The only possible explanation for us being late for dinner is a lost invitation from the humans. That is what happened, right?
We had our dinner and then, we confess, we fell to sleep in a quick dog-nap. The house grew quiet, but surely the humans wouldn’t go eat outside without us, right? But it sure smells like dinner was eaten before we arrived, so maybe it’s a case of a lost invitation. Right, Hu-Dad?
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Poor Ty! So mistreated, and he knows it š .
It looks like Typhoon is waiting for an explanation.
Lost in the mail! Iām sure nothing intentional š
So cruel for Hu-Dad to eat while you guys were sleeping. Maybe it was cooler inside.
Oh boy Typhoon Phooey-it looks like maybe HU-Dad DID sneak dinner outside while you were napping!!! Surely the invitation was lost!