There’s this thing about pet food in our house. Mom carefully measures the food for each of us at every feeding. I never see her do this when the people are feeding, but maybe that’s why they are way taller than me. And for some reason, people food just tastes so much better than my dog food. Or even the cat food (Yup, you read that right. I sometimes sneak a bite of cat food from the barn cat’s dish! I am just sooo devilish!)
So it is, that every morning, afternoon, and evening, when Mom starts to cook it’s a happening thing. There is a mass exodus from dog donut beds to the dining room. Places! Places please! Foolish as it seems, this is what we look like:
Not one human in sight yet, but we have the cheap seats, uh, I mean choice seats. The best in the house. Narry a crumb can fall on this floor without one of us grabbing it up. This is what dogs do, right?
You are really ruining the image here. But then again, a look on the bright side says that there would be a lot less for us if you were to rouse yourself long enough to beg. Um, I mean, be vigilant during dinner.
I really love my Atti but he has a lot to learn about being a dog. I keep explaining- it’s after the peeps meal that you take the nap. Just like Dad. But Dad’s not a dog- oh, man, dog, whatever, I’m so confused now. I have to go mull this one over. At least until the next meal.