Little Miss Diva

Valerie was away this morning, so the dog duties fell upon me.

After I took Miss Molly for her walk, it was time to feed her. Her usual morning routine is half of a chicken breast, a cup of crunchies, and her pills. I put her crunchies in her bowl, cut the chicken breast up and put it on top, and then put her pills on the top.

She ate the chicken right away along with her pills and about half the dry dog food. I figured she had enough, so I started making my breakfast.

When I sat down for breakfast she came over to the table and looked at me, looked at the bowl, looked at me, looked at the bowl and slapped the bowl with her paw and flipped it over! Dry dog food everywhere.

So I picked it up, and put it back in her bowl and put the bowl back down on the floor. I sat back down to finish my breakfast.

She came over to me, looked at me, looked at the bowl, and flipped it again!

OK, I get it, its only dry dog food, but you already had your chicken.

So I picked it back up, put it in her bowl, and put the bowl on the counter.

About two hours later, I had to go out. Just before I left, I put the crunchies down again just in case she wanted to finish them like a dog that has $6,000 of training to be a therapy dog.

I came home and the food was all gone. Apparently I won that round?