It's a sad thing

I had to do a little jail time again this evening, but at least they put my food bowl in with me. And it had food in it! 

But now I don't remember what happened to my puppy chow. The bowl's empty. Mom and Dad say I ate it all, but I swear I don't remember. Sure wish they'd give me more. 

I'm a growing boy and all they can say is eating to the point of busting a gut is a Lab trait. How do they know these things?

I'm so sad. I'll just lie here and hope the bowl gets refilled soon.