January 21st, 2008

A Dog’s Gotta Eat

I’ll start off by saying, I have the greatest husband in the world today. HockeyMan let me sleep in this morning while he got the girls their breakfasts of microwave pancakes and microwave French Toast. Deelish.

I guess I was enjoying my extra minutes of in-and-out of consciousness while listening to GMA talk about what food is bad for me and I dream of going on a diet because I was listening to the girls playing nicely in their play room.

Or so I thought.

Instead, I get up to this - 2- & 3-year-old princesses with their same clothes on as the day before. ~ They fell asleep on the way home from dinner last night. do you think I’m going to wake them to put on their PJs? Not I, said the fly. ~ And, yes, they have on their Dora backpacks so I guess we can blame it on Swiper the fox.

Dog Food

Dog Food

That, my tens of friends, is 1/2 of a BIG bag of dog food. This is what I found AFTER the two dogs had had their fill. The dogs were already passed out in pure bliss of ginormous bellies.

Do you think the Beagle stopped to think she was hungry? No - I think she stopped after about 10 bowl-fulls with a HUGE grin on her muzzle.

I’m not sure if you get mad at 2- & 3-year-olds for feeding the dogs. If so, how do you get mad?

I just take a picture.

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