Milly
Milly was always way too gullible and social. She only saw the best in every animal, and always made new friends. No matter what the creature, it was “my new friend,” “my buddy,” “my BFF.”
She’d dragged in all manner of buddies, from birds to reptiles. A neighbor’s rabbit, a turtle from the creek, a possum stealing scraps at night—anybody who so much as smiled at Milly would get invited to munch on the Spaniels’ food.
Zip was not really greedy, but he did not much like to share. Old Lady paid good money for Spaniel food. Zip reasoned that, if she’d wanted to throw it out in the Forest, she would have done so.
Besides, this entire zoo was prone to help themselves to the water from the dogs’ dishes. And some of Milly’s unmannerly “friends” stepped into the drinking dish. Or worse.
“Unsanitary. Even disgusting,” — concluded Zip.