The world was ending yet again today. At least, you would think so looking at the panting dog in front of you.
The thunder this afternoon was louder than the mild grumbles of yesterday. Time to re-enact another session of please pee/poop on the new blue pee tray Donna and yay, let’s eat the yummy food when it thunders!
Back and forth, we danced from kitchen to crate, and sometimes the loo. Dog ate up a half can of wet food from yesterday and almost another can of Herbed Duck confit for today. Almost… because by 4.30, she refused another tablespoon of the mushy stuff and just lay on the floor like a stone statue.
Sort of like this stone statue from some time back.
She probably was too tired to walk back and forth any more after 2 hours of standing and walking around in agitated from the thunderstorm. I know my feet hurt! And maybe, she just had food right up to here. *gestures at the top of the throat*
Who knew the thunder-phobic dog had the amazing ability to recover and come by punctually at 8pm seeking dinner?
Dinner… human, it’s time for dinner… … old picture from Drool-worthy
I’m sorry, darling, but you had your fair share of food for the day. So, no dinner for you. :P
This was dinner on a better day.
