🎸🐾 Introducing Elvis: the Bichon Frisé with a bouffant as fluffy as his snack stash and a hunger that just won’t quit. He’s got the swagger of his namesake and the appetite of a golden retriever twice his size. Whether it’s cheese cubes, carrot sticks, or a suspiciously unattended sandwich—Elvis has left the bowl.
He doesn’t beg. He performs. A little paw shimmy, a soulful stare, and boom—snack secured. His humans call it manipulation. Elvis calls it showbiz.
Vote Elvis if you believe snacks should be frequent, fabulous, and preferably served with a side of applause. 🍗🎤