Showing posts with label Missy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Missy. Show all posts

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Working Too Hard


As I have mentioned before, if feeding your dog involves more than 3 items or 3 steps, you are WORKING TOO HARD.

And therefore, you are working me too hard and turning me into a short order cook.

This Missy, not only does Missy have more than three ingredients, she gets more than 3 meals. This going beyond 'too much work', to 'too much food' for such a little dog.

In the morning, Missy gets a small bowl of milk. Which I am proud to say that I have remember every morning without having to run back to the house and back upstairs to get. After the morning playtime, I am to give her a peanut butter biscuit, broken in half, and two of those mini t-bone treats (Which I must say are the coolest looking of all dog treats). She is also to have a bowl of dry kibble in her run in case she gets hungry throughout the day. At dinner time she gets a half of a pouch of wet food. This was the one I kept forgetting upstairs in the frig.

So far, she has eaten her steaks but none of the peanut butter biscuits. She ate her wet food the first few days, but that has just been nibbled on lately. She does like her milk in the mornings. And of course, the kibble is just getting dusty.

I will have to have a chat with her owners. I was thinking about the shear volume of food offered to the dog and it exceeds the volume I feed to my 60 and 80 pound labs. I think I can cut their dog food expenses down quite a bit.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Another Visit From My Usual Runaway

I headed down to the dogs for the dinner shift, proud of myself for finally having remembered to bring Missy her dinner out of the frig, only to find a dog waiting for me at the play yard gate.

ESCAPE! That is the first thing that goes through my head, soon to be replaced by 'What is that dog's name?' and 'Why can't I remember his name?'

Oh well, I will be happy to open the gate for you. He seemed a bit impatient with me, like he had been made to wait longer than he really liked.

So much for saving myself a trip back to the house and back upstairs to retrieve Missy's dinner, I had to go up and find his mom's number.

His name is Drake and I saved his mom's number after the second time he scaled the fence and came for a visit.

No fence climbing this time - he went through a screen this time. I don't think they will ever be able to confine this dog, but at least we know where he is headed when he cuts loose.