Foodie is my middle name, says Myku. He is a true-blue Beagle boy who loves to eat. The goofy boy has come a long way from going through six foster homes within five months to finding his forever home and humans. Ozzy and Zoey are his pack members. And Anuradha and Bishwarup are his humans.

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I am a self-confessed foodie

Hey there, I am Myku and humans say foodie is my middle name. In my world the concept of ‘too full’ does not exist. Recently I was invited to a poolside pawrty at Romi’s Home Pet Nursery along with Ozzy and humans. I had overheard that there would be cake so I RSVP’d very promptly. But for a long time after arriving at the pawrty, I could not spot the cake. More humans came in and one of them was quite crazy. She was smothering Ozzy and he seemed to enjoy all the attention. For me, there was a mission to accomplish. I had to find that cake.

After a long time when I finally found the cake, humans urged me not to eat it. My jaws dropped – was this not the reason why I had volunteered to attend the pawrty? I could have well stayed at home and ransacked the kitchen. At least I would have found some cheese or sausage or something else. I always manage to find something to nibble on.

I am a foodie and I found the cake

At the pawrty, they cut the cake but hid it from us. Ozzy gave up without even trying to look for it. But I not only found the cake but repeatedly pawed and opened the lid. Then I ate from the sides. I was expecting a chimken flavoured cake, but it tasted like honey. But I did not complain. Instead I gave it a few more shots and nibbled off from the sides.

I am quite tenacious that way. If I start a food hunt, I must get to the bottom of the gastro-affair. Especially at pawrties, I always self-assign the responsibility to clean up after everyone. After all, the perishables must be polished off. I cannot bear to see humans wasting food. I take it as my moral responsibility to assist them to finish meals and snacks in between meals. That is why, you will often find Ozzy hanging out with the humans, but I am always on the job.

Sometimes even in my dreams I am eating – practice maketh a dog perfect! Now you see why foodie is my middle name. When it comes to food, I follow a strict policy of not wasting any time.