Pupsie Minds Her Manners

WHAT is going on in Hillmomba lately? Are these signs of the Apopadopalyspe (as Farmer H calls it)? Has the earth tilted on its axis? Are Even Steven and The Universe conspiring to make this the Bizarro World? Not only did Farmer H eat leftovers for five days without complaint, but

PUPSIE WAITED HER TURN FOR A TREAT!!!

It defies Hillmomba logic, I tell you!

When I came back from town last week, I stood at the kitchen door as normal, dispensing small pieces of whole wheat bread to the fleabags. I have to be careful, whatever I give out, because Pupsie rushes to grab it first. I could be tossing out ball bearings, nails, mini spiked mace balls, or razor blades... anything but medicine, and Pupsie would have them swallowed before realizing they were not for eating.

But suddenly she was minding her manners! I'd say "Pupsie," and toss a bread bit into the air, which she would catch and eat. Then I'd say, "Jack," and toss his to the porch at my feet. Puspie WAITED! Didn't shove Jack out of the way and eat his, too.

What in the Not-Heaven? For a couple weeks, I had been tossing Pupsie's treats across the porch, so she'd have to run get them, giving Jack time to eat his unmolested. Maybe Pupsie got tired of the back and forth, and thought Jack was getting more than his share.

It's a small sign of progress. Pupsie is still unpettable and uncatchable. Not so much a pet as a freeloader using us for food and shelter.

We still don't know how to solve our Pupsie problem.