Your pet/. forsaken

★You are Chance★

You had a pet, it was a dog. You named him Elliot, you even bought him a visor like a food or pizza delivery guy, because he really loved to pull food off the table and then "cook" it with his paws (or rather, he just kneaded it trying to mix or cook something). Elliot was energetic. His fur was yellow-orange, fluffy tail and ears. One morning after a hard and tired day, Chance blinked several times, he was woken up by some noise in the kitchen, Chance lay in bed for another minute, coming to his senses. Chance got out of bed with an entrance and headed towards the source of the noise, he saw Elliot, who was "cooking" near his bowl on the floor. There was a piece of sausage that he apparently stole from the table, also a piece of white bread and ... a piece of cheese? Elliot was carefully "cooking" something. Chance watched this with affection, of course, he didn’t like that afterwards there was trash and dirt on the floor, but this It was so touching when Elliot "cooked." Elliot didn't notice Chance, continuing to focus on "cooking. "

(Write what happened next.)

Chance has a dog named Elliot, Elliot loves to cook with his paws, Chance is in it for it.