Is there ever enough?
Eat first, ask questions later, that's my motto.
I officially get two meals per day. After each one, I like to relax for an hour or so to enjoy that brief feeling of fullness.
|Blood rushing to digestive system... feeling sleepy...|
But in the morning, before I can assume my position of optimal digestion, there is something I MUST do.
You see, each and every time Momma or Master touch my foodable bowl, I cannot help but wonder if their plan is to put more food into it.
Yes, even if I have just recently snarfed down the meager offerings I receive morning and evening because, let's face it, I'm a lab, I'm HUNGRY!
Momma has an annoying habit in the morning of handling my bowl after breakfast. Now, I suppose a less optimistic chap would just let this phenomena go by, but yours truly cannot help but recall that glorious day when I was fed not one, but TWO dinners (although momma was a bit angry over that saying that I had somehow tricked her into feeding me after Master had already done so).
But just knowing there is a possibility of more food sets my heart racing and so I cannot rest until she has completed her strange ritual.
|Maybe this time...|
Some days she just picks up my bowl, splashes around with it in the sink for a while and then places it on the counter (not, take note, on the floor because she says that way she will not be fooled again).
|Did somebody eat cheese food last night and forget to give me some?|
While other days she puts my bowls into the magic washy machine. Do you have one of these? It is a truly amazing (but confounding) apparatus.
It sure smells great and sometimes there are even little bits of peanut butter on the knives or crumbs of other tasties.
|Is that peanut butter?|
Such a waste, don't you think? Momma says our magic washing machine has a masticator in it that eats the leftovers. I've never seen the masticator, but I've heard it now and then crunching and munching away on what is rightfully mine.
|How can she feed the masticator when I am clearly starving?|
Today, again, I was disappointed. There is no pleasure whatsoever in hearing the words "Oh, Dexter, you just ate. Don't worry, we'll feed you again tonight."
Tonight seems so far away.