We had been playing for about 20 minutes when Henry started barking. He wasn't barking at anything, so I was alternating being trying to shush him and ignore him. I was figuring about another 10 minutes of playtime.
That is when I snapped his picture and realized what all the barking was about. He really does look mad. He is sitting in front of his kennel waiting to be let in. Henry doesn't care that it will be hotter than the surface of the sun out here before lunch, and this is the only time to have a real playtime until bedtime. He wants his breakfast and he wants it now.
He wanted his breakfast so much that he tried to eat Lucinda's breakfast as well. We just can have that, it's rude.
Tomorrow, I am giving him a biscuit to hold him over for a full half hour, so he can survive until breakfast time.
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