Survival of the Hungriest

Sick day today (one of those stupid, inexplicable fevers that Hank likes to throw my way). Anyway, I went to the fridge and grabbed a piece of cheese, and I swear Moose was trying to hamstring me all the way back to my chair. Apparently Havarti brings out his inner wolf, and he figured if he could just bring me down, the cheese would be his. See if I share any of this with him now. (Ok, he's giving me the soulful eye, so I probably will - make that he's giving the cheese the soulful eye. Such a transparent pup.)