Momma said last night that I was a member of the clean plate club. Of course I am. I mean really, I’m a pig. I ain’t leaving nothing behind food wise. Sometimes when I eat my apples in the front room one will roll up underneath the couch or fireplace ledge. Heck, you should see me going after. There should be no food left behind in my trough – I mean plate. Momma even calls me her little hoover. I go around the floor sniffing out any scrap of a crumb. Dad says I’m better than vacuuming. If it’s out there – it’s in my tummy!