Looks like turkey, probably tastes like chicken:
In the meantime, Pablo guards his sick master:
This is a bit disingenuous, to be honest. Pablo is actually quite upset with me because I, with the help of a gift from the awesome Norbizness, have taken away his favorite pasttime. He was actually waiting for me to wake up so that he wouldn’t be forced to drink from this new pet accessory that is fit for the yuppiest of yuppies:
This, folks, is the Drinkwell Pet Fountain. Yes, it does look like a little bidet. Here you see Pablo reluctantly drinking from the DPF after being placed there for the umpteenth time in the last week because he refuses to break the faucet habit. That Ryan sits around lauding the high quality of his cool, tasty glass of faucet water in front of poor Pablo probably doesn’t help things. Doug doesn’t give a shit — it’s his new favorite toy.
Bonus: it sounds like I have a fancy fountain in my living room, though every time I walk through the kitchen I suddenly have to pee.
Thank you, Norbizness, for the lovely thought.