Welp! Only a couple days after my plan to help my little dog Jack reduce his stuffed-sausage girth, we seem to have a case of TOO LITTLE, TOO SOON.
Tuesday morning, The Pony came out to join us for a trip to the casino. The plan was to leave the Mansion at 8:30, so we could get home before bad weather was supposed to arrive.
Farmer H had The Pony outside, moving auction items from the back of A-Cad into SilverRedO. The Pony came back in to tell me they were ready, and help shut things off and lock up the doors.
Jack was not on the porch when we left. I noticed that his food dish, and Juno's old food dish, were both empty.
"Huh. Jack must have really been hungry this morning. He polished that off quick!"
About halfway to the casino, another scenario dawned.
"Did you feed Jack when you went out this morning?"
"Oh. No. I forgot. I was telling The Pony what to do."
"Poor Jack! He must be starving!"
Indeed. Jack must be thinking we've put him on a fast. When we got back, he rushed up to jump on my legs before I could get out of A-Cad. Farmer H poured 3/4 cup of dog food into Jack's bowl. He took a few bites. Then followed me to the door. I felt so guilty that I gave him a whole slice of bread that I had wiped in the grease left on the foil where Farmer H had stacked the grilled sausages.
Poor little feller.
2 comments:
He probably thinks you abandoned him, but missing one meal won't hurt. I'm betting you will check every day now for at least a week.
River,
Yes! I think Farmer H felt guilty as well. Today there was food in Juno's old bowl, AND in Jack's bowl. Maybe Farmer H dumped the leftover food into Juno's, and gave Jack fresh food. It rained overnight, and the wind might have blown rain onto food that had been left in Jack's bowl.
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