We used to have a sweetheart of a dog – our lovable old
Spooky. She didn’t understand why in the
world a young whipper-snapper of a stray dog came one day and messed up the
good deal she had.
I fed Spooky and Diggy together. Spooky stood over her bowl, her back to
Diggy, and leered at him over her shoulder.
She didn’t eat. She just hovered
over her food.
Diggy, having once known what real hunger was, gulped his
food down then tried to eat hers.
They were pretty well matched. Diggy had huge jaws like a hound dog but
short legs and a long body, which made him anything but limber. Spooky had a small mouth, but she had an inch
or two over him and years of experience under her belt. Neither dog ever won the food fight but
neither would give up the ritual.
I began to feed them separately. Diggy was a sloppy eater, so I put his food
outside. I didn’t let him back in until
Spooky finished her food. Spooky was no
dummy. She would go on a fast to keep
Diggy outside.
If you think people
are grouchy when they diet, try a fasting dog!
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