Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Just like humans, we dawgs LOVE to snack. Any time someone's in the kitchen, we run to see what's going on. Sometimes our efforts are rewarded with a snack of our own, but most of the time we're ignored. [sigh] I'm telling you if Mommy had to survive on two meals a day, she'd be as skinny as I am!
When we lived in Minnesota, I had a four-legged pal named Spippy who loved to snack on carrots. He would do anything for a carrot. At the time, I thought his love affair with carrots was strange. I wanted nothing to do with fruits and veggies. I guess old age has taught me a few things. I need to take care of my health as much as I can.
I've begrudgingly developed a taste for carrots. Maybe it's more of a tolerance for carrots. Dixie and Jenna, like Spippy, love to snack on carrots. In desperation to be included, I've had to give carrots a chance. I eat the majority of the carrot, but not quite all of it. (And we're talking mini, baby size carrots.) I usually drop a few bites on the floor and my clean up crew takes care of my mess.
I'm embarrassed to admit that Mommy grabbed this picture before I realized what was going on. I told her to delete it, but she never listens when it comes to blog material. This picture is strange for two reasons: 1) How did I not notice the carrot? 2) How did Jenna not notice the carrot?
Shortly after the picture was taken, the carrot fell off and Jenna swooped in! [sigh] On the bright side, this close up shows that at age thirteen I still have very few gray hairs on my face compared to most dawgs my age.
Here's to snack time (and no pictures of me pigging out)!
PS: Happy birthday, Mommy! Enjoy those gray hairs we've given you. You know, the ones underneath all that dye! And good luck trying to find a birthday treat for yourself with no eggs, soy, wheat, or dairy . . . you've developed quite a list of allergies in your old age!