Hey friends!
The weather has been glorious here. It’s a brisk 34°F (1°C) in the morning these days, and down into freezing temps overnight. Even though it warms up to about 50°F (9°C) during the day, there’s still frost on the grass when we go for the morning walk. I do love frozen grass treats as an after breakfast snack!
I’m going to do something a bit unusual today because I want to talk to you about a serious subject. You see, I’m having a bit of an identy crisis and I don’t know what to do. I can’t seem to remember what my name is anymore, especially when food is involved. I will answer to just about anything…but I’m especially attentive when I hear the name “Mackenzie.”
In case you don’t know, Mackenzie is the newest human in the house. Mom and dad brought her home last year when it was blissfully cold out. I’m not sure where they found her but I guess they thought she was really cute because they kept her. Maybe it was because she managed to get that big lump off of mom’s belly…hmm, perhaps she’s some sort of healer.
At any rate, Mackenzie is the luckiest creature in the house because she gets fed every couple of hours. I have no idea how she’s managed to arrange this but I’d really like to get on that program. I do my best to inform mom that I also would be interested in having something to eat when she’s in the kitchen feeding Mack, but mom just makes we go lay down instead. Once I’ve finally settled down a bit and am starting to give up hope, mom will ask Mackenzie if she wants more food. Mack always has to think about it a bit but I jump right to my feet and rush over to mom to let her know that if Mack should decide she’s NOT hungry, I will keep the food from going to waste by eating it myself. I’m just trying to save the world one bite at a time, people.
I do get to lick the bowl clean every once in a while, and every time food ends up on the floor I’m paged for clean up. But I’m still a growing dog and I would really appreciate more snacks throughout the day, even if I can’t manage to get 6 full meals a day. I mean really, that might be too much, right? I don’t want to start looking like an elephant!
I hope that this post will get it all out there and that I’ve made a good case for myself. If you agree with me, please leave me comments to back me up and get mom to up those meal times. At the very least she could be giving me a big treat like a pig’s ear or an ox tail every time Mack gets something to eat. It’s only fair!
Newfie kisses to one and all!
Ayla
P.S. If you don’t hear from me for a while, it’s because I got hit by a car. I ran out into the street this morning and almost got macked by a big truck. Mom was about to push Mack inside with her stroller and I saw a dog walking by so I went for it…across the busy street. Boy did I get yelled at for that. Apparently not the best way to sell my story to mom that I’m a good dog. Dang it!
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