Anxiety

It was a big big secret.  And I kept it hidden until last night.

SHE and HE could never work out why I would eat my doggy biscuits from their hands but never from the bowl.  And last night SHE cracked it. 

SHE said - he's frightened of that bowl!

And I was.  It a stainless steel affair with reflections, and distortion, and stuff, and I never knew what was going to jump out of there and bite me on the nose.

THEY think it dates back to my puppyhood.  Anyway the upshot of it was, SHE did put my biscuits on a white saucer, and I did eat a whole lot of them, and I wented to bed with my tummy full - and I'm a bit ashamed to say this; I even burped a little burp.