I'm a senior citizen.
Does that mean I get discounts?
I know it means that, last night, my human made her annual pilgramage to the butcher shop (not an easy thing for a devout vegetarian) to buy my birthday dead stuff.
This year, I got sirloin tip.
For breakfast this morning, she took a paper package out of the fridge and held it to my nose.
All it took was one brief sniff, and my tail was off to the races.
Raw sirloin in my breakfast dish.
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