We thought it was remarkably cute when we trained Nina to pick up her little metal food scoop and bring it to us when it was time for dinner. When it became slightly less cute, we put that up between meals – so she resorted to bringing around the frisbee David occasionally feeds her in. That had to go away too.
This evening, her active doggie brain came up with a first rate solution. She managed to get her jaws around her food dish – which is larger than her head and quite heavy. She’s been carting it all over the house, her large liquid eyes pleading for an end to this cruel famine.
Clearly, we are unfit parents, unable to provide our pup with the barest of necessities to fill her little belly. Anyone want to step into the gap and sponsor a child?