I was hungry.
I just couldn't help it. Of course there were the usual things lying around the house that the little guy had left behind: a little piece of cereal here, a half-eaten fruit snack there. And in my bowl, well, there's nothing but that tasteless, disgusting drivel that mommy and daddy call dog food.
But then I said to myself, "Einstein, you old dog, you deserve better than this. Why snackrifice?"