My taste is eclectic.
I turn my head at peanut butter.
You can keep your quinoa cookies.
But open the refrigerator door and reach for the cheese and…
I can tell if you’re unwrapping a slice of American or cutting a slab of cheddar.
My tastebuds are already running at high speed.
Now everyone had heard of dogs begging, right?
For cheese I’ll go a step further.
I’ll do anything you want.
Fetch the paper – done.
Sit quietly at your feet – no problem.
Just remember to pass the cheese please.
In fact, there’s no need to put any back in the fridge at all.
I’ll find something to do with it.
By the way, if you aren’t too busy…
Could you ask your neighbors for some cheese?
You keep the wine.
I’ll take the cheese.
The next time you reach for cheese, remember me please.