It's no secret that the treat my dogs receive most often is bread. Stale bread that Farmer H says he can smell the mold forming. Maybe he can, or maybe he can't. But a few days after the use-by date, I move the leftover loaf from the cabinet to the kitchen counter. It has become DOG BREAD. Never mind that in the past, Farmer H, being the type who likes to conserve his energy, has eaten such designated dog bread for a sandwich, rather than reach up into the cabinet, and didn't know the difference until I asked why he was stealing food right out of the dogs' mouths.
Anyhoo... I even go so far as to buy the cheapest loaf of whole wheat sandwich bread, just so the dogs will always have something. I know a lot of bread is not good for them. But at least they're not going to be constipated, heh, heh! Besides, they only get a quarter-slice as I leave, and a half slice when I return. The best days are when their bread has been swiped in pan drippings. They really eat it up!
Anyhoo... Sunday evening, Farmer H came through the kitchen door after his day of SUS2.5-ing, and asked an unusual question.
"Do you have anything to feed the dogs?"
"Why? Is little Pupsie out there? I just have bread. But they've already had it twice today."
"No. Not bread. Their feeder is out of dog food. I don't have any food for them.
I guess they'll be okay until morning. I can go get them some around 7:00."
See there? Didn't I tell Farmer H that I didn't think the self-feeder was a good idea? First of all, you don't know who's eating it. Maybe Scarlett gets more. Maybe it's not even our own dogs. Copper Jack has been back up on the porch lately. And the squirrels and birds are always around. When I got back from town, I know there was food in the feeder, because Jack was munching on it. So within 30 minutes, SOMETHING finished eating that food.
Of course Farmer H doesn't see anything wrong with his plan. But when he was giving the dogs food in their bowls every morning, he never ran out of food for them.
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