Did I mention I like watching kitchen? It is like watching television, but much, much nicer. There are wonderful smells and the anticipation of something delicious that might me mine. P was very busy in the kitchen and I sat watching him – from a polite distance of course. I wouldn’t dare to come too close! I could be expelled from the kitchen if I did.

He was making pizza. My favorite dish! When it was fi-na-lly done, it looked like this:

Delicious! Some of it was for me, you know. Actually, a big part of it. Yessss. I am a happy dog.