Snack TIme

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)!
Hunter


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!