It's Elly moaning that she can't save money on pet food.
Panel 1: Elly is on the phone asking to speak to the veterinarian.
Panel 2: She asks a Doctor Schell how long it will be before she can feed her puppy table scraps.
Panel 3: The response causes her to yell "REALLY?"
Panel 4: As she looks down at a plate of her terrible home cooking, she moans about having to clean off her kids' leftovers for another six months. This irritates me because I was expecting the doc to tell her "you can't feed a dog table scraps ever."
Summary: The notion that there'd actually be leftovers after a typical Patterson meal (CHOMP! CHEW! GLUT! SHLLLOORRRK!!!) is almost as astonishing as the knowledge that there's a vet out there who'd be reckless enough to tell someone to give a dog people food. This is not to say that once in a while he couldn't be allowed something as a treat but to use him as a free garbage disposal is stupid.