This is one of them.
Well, gang. I'm officially only working one night a week now. So far, I haven't had a moment to spare. Wonder how it would have been if I'd worked a full schedule? Funny how we always manage to fill up the time we have available. I haven't been faced with the "I don't have anything to do" dilemma in so long, I've forgotten what it feels like. Maybe I never did.
One thing that's been keeping me busy is the sick dogs. They're both feeling fine--out running around and having fun dragging in deer bones from where my neighbor has tossed the bones of no less than three deer into the woods between our houses. All I can do is bag them up and throw them in the trash one bone at a time. I figure by the end of January, they might have exhausted the supply.
I wouldn't mind so much, but they are still turning up their noses at the same dry dog food they've always gobbled down like it was going out of style. I'm trying to be patient, but I have this problem with animals and people not eating the food I give them. In my mind, it's a slap in the face to the cook, and it's driving me crazy. I keep trying to figure out if it's because Bugsy got sprayed by a skunk and can't smell the food, but it doesn't stop him from scarfing down the dry cat food I toss out for them at the barn. Somebody finally ate some of the food I put out on the porch today, but now there are two untouched bowls sitting out there, taunting me.
I tried pouring the broth from a pork roast over the food, and Bugsy ate it. Once. The second time, he wouldn't touch it. I think Peaches was the one who finally ate it. I've washed Bugsy's face three times trying to get the smell off him, but nothing has worked. I don't even know if that's why he won't eat. He seems hungry and gets excited when he sees me carrying a bowl, but he won't eat it. And I just plain refuse to buy canned dog food. Guess he'll eat when he gets hungry enough.
Okay. Rant over. Must try to write something sexy now.
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