As we were settling in to watch Dateline NBC, B-real decided to make some popcorn. Our sweet, old dog likes popcorn and so I reached into his gigantic bowl and grabbed two pieces. Upon wanting to get some more for sweet, old dog I realized all of the popcorn was gonzers. My sweet, old husband had eaten it all without a thought for the sweet, old dog who cuddles up to him every night in bed.
I humphed over that fact and may have made a grumpy face at the 'selfish' man lying next to me in bed. He said there might be a few more pieces in the bottom of the Whirley Pop. He came back up with a small bowl of popcorn for the dog. I gave it to her but she refused to eat it. I asked B-real if the dog's popcorn had any butter. He said "No, it had not been buttered. It came directly from the popcorn maker." I told him "Well, she doesn't like popcorn without butter. Who does?" I then asked if he would eat popcorn without butter. He said he would. Yeah, right!
Well then he humped back at me and said "Fine, I will go melt butter for the dog's popcorn." I told him he didn't need to do that, it was pretty ridiculous to make a dog her own buttered popcorn. But he did. Sweet, old dog who adored him before, and even more so now, devoured her pink bowl of buttered popcorn.
The End.
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