I got up this morning at about eight-thirty and my mom’s husband was out. He always goes out early on weekend mornings. It’s just what he does.
Our dogs greet me with GREAT enthusiasm and inform me that Isaac has not been thrown for (he LOVES to fetch, it’s the highlight of his life) and they have not been fed. So I throw Isaac’s Kong for him for a while, then come in and start a pot of coffee, and feed the dogs.
About half an hour later Mom gets up and I tell her not to believe them, they’ve been fed and played with. “Oh, they HAVE?” Turns out they had already BEEN fed and he’d called and told HER that so they wouldn’t get fed again. Nobody told ME this.
Liars!
When he gets home we’re going to work out a system, probably involving the fridge magnets, so that us late risers can know whether the dogs have or haven’t had their medication and or breakfast.
The dogs are VERY happy, though. Conniving beasts!
Same here. My cat deserves an Academy Award for his role of “Poor Starving Kitty”. But, heck, he should have perfected it by now, as he rehearses it every morning.
Mine always plays “Thirsty Dog.” I take her over to my grandma’s house often so that my dog can play with hers. Immediately upon entering the house, she goes over to the sink and starts crying. My granmda always gets her a bowl of water. She drinks like a camel refueling after a long desert haul. My grandma usually makes a comment like “My, she’s really thirsty, isn’t she? Have you checked her bowl at home?”
I always reply, “Yes, Grandma. She has plenty of water.”
“Hmph. She must like mine better.”
I grit my teeth. Her water is nasty, chlorinated * city * water. At home, my dog drinks bottled water, same as the entire family.
What surprised me was that Rusty ate another breakfast. He’s never been much of a chow hound. Isaac, now, he’ll eat as long as there’s food, so I can’t say I’m surprised about him.
I realize I’m a sucker for these dogs, but when the routine changes on weekends and nobody TELLS me and the dogs inform me of their imminent death from starvation, what am I supposed to do?
I never have that problem in my house - no one seems to remember the dog needs food or water but me. We’ve only had a dog in the household for the last 13 years or so…
Mine has her own trick, tho. When I come home from work, she gets a cookie. She’ll follow me around and look all pathetic until I give it to her. And if I go out to run an errand after coming home, she expects another cookie when I return. I don’t know if the cue is me coming thru the front door or if she just tries to get away with getting a second treat. The sneak.
A family friend has a very elderly Golden who gets treats when he arrives, when he leaves, and at random times when he’s home. She has him VERY well trained. But how could she not? She’s a sweetie, though she’s now deaf so you have to get her attention visually. But she’s still got the lethal tail action going.
Turns out that Isaac had also been played with for 45 minutes until HE quit and lay down in the grass. So he lied to me TWICE.
Our cats and dogs are crazy and sneaky critters. During dinner, a few nights back, our siamese was begging, and he has big, beautiful, blue eyes. We’ve nicknamed him Micky Blue Eyes, in fact. Anyway, the other night, he tried to jump into my lap at the dinner table, and missed me, and flew right over my lap, landed on the other side, right in front of my German Shepard’s face. Now, ironically enough, my German Shepard, Tasha, is terrified of our siamese. With good reason though- being siamese, he’s rather known to be nice and snuggle with you, and turn around and scratch you most viciously. So Tasha jumped up, and ran to hide behind my mother, but my mum, caught surprised, spinned around, and bumped her plate, with her chicken and mashed potatoes and such, onto the floor. :rolleyes: Aries, our siamese, attacked the plate, grabbed the chicken breast, and scooted off into the livingroom with it, and hid under the couch. Conspiracy?
