There is a little ritual that plays itself out every morning in our home.
After he finishes his own breakfast, the boy feeds the dogs. As he slings the kibble into their bowls, he cries out “Ok Maggie…Ok Boomer…EAAAATTTTTT!!!!”
And every morning, Boomer races into the kitchen with the same ever hopeful thought. Feather duster tail held high, you can almost see the words running through his mind.
Maybe today is the day that the boring kibble is replaced with something worthy of the Wild Wolf of the Tundra that he thinks he is. Such as a side of Elk. Or at the very least, a gristly hunk of roast from the supermarket. As he looks down on the hard, round chunks, his tail unrolls. The disappointment is as visible as the anticipation was.
Still, he takes a bite just to be sure.
You never know, maybe it’s Elk flavored kibble
2 comments:
Hey, I thought *I* left the first comment! Love the dog story, Hools. As always. I think you should market Elk Kibble.
hehe poor pup *g* but my cats do the same thing in a way, and hubby and I have often wondered why they sell pet food in human flavors, why not mouse, bird, and other such things that the critters would actually *like* lol
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