Feeding the dogs this morning, I realized it was pretty representative of each dog's personality. Just wondering if anyone else has ever noticed this?
Getting food into the bowls- everyone excited-
Sirius lets out a woowoowoo,
Natalie pogos- only she's too fat to get off the ground now so she just sort of half-pogos
Hogan sits cocking his head at the sound of food hitting the bowl
Pagan is turning in circles.
Everyone is then required to sit- so they are all lined up and can be fed without everyone rushing the first bowl and getting into a fight.
Sirius is already in place anticipating what comes next,
Natalie still Pogoing until after a long hard look she sits beside Sirius,
Hogan sits, stand, sits, stands, sits, stands- maybe this time I will call him first- even though I've always gone down the line by age. He sits still finally, but his jaw is quivering in anticipation.
Pagan is running all around, turning circles, making everyone wait forever before she finally sits. She can't sit in line. She sits on the sofa. Good enough. Still working on her.
Sirius is called first- Hogan starts forward, too- no, Hogan- wait. Sit. Sirius binkies across to his food commences to eat
Natalie is next- Hogan starts forward again- no, Hogan- wait. Sit. Natalie come. Natalie food. Natalie come eat. Natalie still sitting. I pull Natalie by the collar in the right direction. She sits at the bowl. Just sits.
Hogan's turn- oh boy! He is eating before the bowl hits the floor
Pagan meanwhile is finally in the floor where she should be. She is turning in circles, sitting, turning in circles, sitting. I give her the bowl- she doesn't notice- still turning in circles and sitting.
Natalie, eat. Natalie looks at me out of the top of her head. She is not impressed. This food sucks.
Pagan notices food, grabs three bites, heads for sofa. Down, Pagan. Here- eat at your bowl. She comes to grab three more pieces.
Sirius chomping away
Hogan chomping away
Natalie whimpers and lays down by the bowl, knocks bowl out of the way with her nose.
Pagan grabs three pieces out of Natalie's bowl- heads for the sofa. Down Pagan. No eating on the sofa.
Sirius stops eating long enough to smile at me. He's being good. Good boy, Sirius.
Pagan grabs three pieces from Hogan's bowl. Heads for the chair this time. Down, Pagan. Shake her bowl. This is your food. Eat at your bowl.
Natalie still pouting, cutting her eyes at me. This food sucks.
Sirius stops to smile at me again. Yes, Sirius, you are a good boy.
Pagan takes this opportunity to snitch three pieces from Sirius' bowl.
Sirius looks wounded. He would have snapped at Hogan or Natalie for that but this abuse from Pagan he just endures much like when Titus wants to climb on him. Sirius chanting to himself- 'Don't eat the little ones. Don't eat the little ones' He gobbles the rest of his food before Pagan can return.
Hogan is full. Hogan goes to scratch on Ginia's door. He hasn't seen her in five minutes and he's about to have a meltdown. Hush, Hogan. She's sleeping. I let him in anyway.
Sirius is done. He flops by the door so he will be first in line when it is time for walks
Pagan still grazing on all the bowls. Three pieces at a time. She has stopped trying to get on the sofa, settles for under the end table.
Natalie has sinced flopped on her side and let out a big sigh. This food sucks. It is depressing.
I gather the bowls, poor all the leftovers into one. Sit it by Nattie. Eat Nattie. She lolls her head back, avoiding eye contact. I could not have insulted her any worse.
I leave the room, Pagan follows with three pieces of food she then eats under my desk. After some time, I hear crunching. Natalie is eating now that no one can see her. Pagan jumps into my chair with me, goes to sleep. More crunching. Marathon water drinking. The sofa springs scream as Natalie flops down on it.
Everyone is fed. Yay. Next come the walks....