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A dinner error. We know that canines everywhere are gasping at the mere thought of a human committing such an atrocity, so we need to take a moment and explain what happened.
I blame the Hu-Dad.
We eat twice a day – breakfast and dinner. We may not wear watches, but we know exactly when they should be served. Oh, sure, Hu-Dad claims that he varies the times and prepares meals on his schedule, but that doesn’t prevent us from being quite vocal about when meals should be delivered.
Last night was one of those times. Hu-Dad was trying to finish a chapter in a book (like that is more important than our feeding times – harumph) when we started singing. In keeping with the theme of Sibe Quentin, picture us rattling our empty bowls across the bars and you accurately have the image.
Deciding he could not concentrate with all of that racket – er, melodious sonatas, he promptly began preparing our meals. Since we are transitioning food from Acana to Annamaet, we are currently getting half of each in a bowl. Some fish oil is added and then the seniors also get a Synovi G-4 crumbled over the top. Qannik also gets some arthritis medicine. In other words, dinner preparation is quite the assembly.
Frankie’s pathetic “I need dinner” look. Who could resist?
With meals prepared, we each go into our meal crates (to allow everyone to eat in peace without threat of a neighbor snarfing some extra), Hu-Dad then balances all of the bowls and comes out to serve. He places Frankie’s and Landon’s bowls on top of their crates while he serves the others.
And then he goes inside.
Frankie and Landon could only look at their bowls since they were still on top of their crates. Dinner had not been delivered. And it had been left within sniffing distance while everyone else is chowing down.
Oh, the humanity! Or is that the dogmanity? Or dogdogity? Ok, fine – Oh, the horror! The cruelty! The screams of protest.
Yes, Hu-Dad heard loud protesting and came back outside to ask, “What in the world is wrong?” And he spies the dinner bowls sitting on top of the crates.
Oops. Bowls delivered. Dinner consumed. Tragedy averted.
I almost collapsed in hunger!
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Mom ‘n Ebby agree: Must have been a REAL BIG distraction to forget to deliver those last two food bowls. Oh, my, poor starving puppies!
I pictured them playing a loud game of table hockey with their empty bowls.
Oopsie hu dad! They DON’T need clocks. I’m even told when it’s time to go to bed if I’m up later than usual.
It was a training exercise. Hu-dad was trying to train Frankie and Landon patience. Obviously an epic fail by the Sibe Quentin inmates.
The horror!
You monster! How could you?!?
Curious Q though, Why Landon and Frankie’s bowls? Were they in the other hand or just random chance? lol
Frankie and Landon’s crates are together on one side of the door and Typhoon and Cheoah’s are together on the other side of the door (Qannik and Kiska are fed on the senior porch). So Hu-Dad carries the 4 bowls outside, sets Frankie and Landon’s on top of their crates, turns and sets Cheoah’s on top of her crate and then places bowls in the crate in order right to left – Typhoon, Cheoah, Frankie, Landon. He just somehow got distracted and went inside before delivering those last two crates.
Oh Frankie! This is an atrocity! An offense which requires some act of contrition… perhaps double-time on the belly rubs and ear scratches?!
Poor F. Suave and Landon! What a horrific, cautionary tale. Hu dad, please don’t let there be a second offense of such a tragic crime!
Yeap Hu-Dad is the culprit! Love the pictures of Frankie from disgusted to begging to rub my belly !!!