The saying is that “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”, which also happens to be the way to the heart of this male poodle. I like any food that humans eat (and especially food that my dad eats). My dad loves eating cereal in the morning so I love eating cereal in the morning. My dad loves eating pancakes for lunch; therefore I love eating pancakes for lunch. Well, this is at least my dream but unfortunately not (yet) my reality. I haven’t been able so far to convince my mum and dad that poodles really need to eat the same food as humans do. My mom and dad says that dry food should be the primary source of nutrition for dogs so I only get small pieces of “good food” mixed in with my (not so great) dry food. Why do they have to make it so complicated? It takes me several minutes to sort out the nice pieces of edible food and leave the dry food on the floor close to my bowl, in protest. And only if I am very hungry, and no better food shows up in the meantime, I will involuntarily go back after several hours and in very reluctantly eat some of the dry food, but not all, I need to show that I don’t like it. Some days I am really longing back to my visit to grandma and grandpa in Europe last year. THEY understood my stomach… and its need for real food…. I was served real food such as cheese and fresh meet products worthy of a king, such as myself, Famous Maurice! I think same day I will immigrate and live with them!