Food for Thought

 

At bedtime, when the man leads me into the garden and says "Let's go pee," I've noticed it's never him that's expected to go. The pressure is always on me to perform. I don't think this is fair. He always waits till he's back inside and uses one of their dedicated toilets. I think I should get a special room to conduct my business too, especially now the weather has turned. 

It's supposed to be Septembr-r-r but I've not noticed it getting any colder yet. I'm not keen on the rain but I love that the leaves are turning brown and falling from the trees. I give chase as the wind blows them along the paths then pounce to make sure they're dead. I once caught a spider that way and horrified the woman. She picked it out of my mouth and disposed of the body. She removed most of the legs too but some I kept for snacks. 

I'm always hungry. My diet has improved recently, thanks to a retired nurse whom we met up the Braes. Her Westies were old and grumpy so I spent most of my time lavishing her with attention. After she cuddled me and rubbed my tummy, she went into full examination mode, concerned about my weight. She remarked how she felt being this skinny was unhealthy for a pup, that ribs should not be so pronounced in one so young, and asked if I'd been checked over by a vet. The man reassured her I had been - when I received my jabs - and that they were following the feeding guide on the food bag. She scoffed at this, saying how these guides were not appropriate for every dog - she never used them for any of her cats or dogs -  and we should use common sense at mealtimes. She conceded I seemed happy enough as I ran around showing off my speed and agility. She prescribed me one doggy biscuit to keep me going in the meantime. It was hard and difficult to crunch with my shoogly teeth so it took a while to eat. She and her two dogs walked on ahead. 

Afterwards, when I'd finished snuffling up the last crumbs from the grass, I ran after  her, travelling half a field to ask for more. The man was not amused and neither was she. However, I listened to my recall and returned for a treat from him once I realised she wasn't going to give me any more.

The man discussed his nurse encounter with the woman and now they've agreed to increase the quantity of my feed. A win for common sense and my belly.