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jlf1961 -> Most people know I have dogs, and have a toddler great nephew.... (6/10/2013 5:19:32 AM)
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My day is supposed to start at 6:30, today it started at 6, not really a big deal, I hadnt been able to go to sleep anyway.
So I got up, let the dogs out and got my first cup of coffee.
At 6:30 I started to feed the dogs, this is where it got interesting.
Did I mention my brother in law was home?
He has a curly haired mix of something and something about 18 inches tall at the shoulders named Bear. Bear rides in the truck with my brother in law.
All of the dogs get Old Roy dry dog food. We have tried them on all the "good" dog foods, they turn their noses up at them, so I guess I have redneck dogs.
Princess, my wolf husky mix gets one cup of dry dog food and about 4 to 6 oz of meat cut up mixed with it. Lately I have been cutting up some very cheap, very thin, steaks that are decent when you cook them, but as left overs, not so much. Today, Princess decided that her breakfast was below her standards.
Jasper and Buddy get 1 cup and 1/2 cup of food respectively, with warm water to make it softer.
Blue, Lil Red and Lucky get 1 cup of dry dog food, with nothing else.
Lil one, a rescue chihuahua who is blind in one eye gets half a packet of wet meat chunk dog food.
Bear, who is a spoiled rotten little, horny (he dont know it, but tomorrow he is getting fixed) who has ate once since he got here on friday, the rest of the time he nibbles and then walks off because what we serve is beneath his status. This morning, however, I gave him a packet of the meat dog food we got for lil one. He stopped trying to mount the female dogs and ate.
Princess decided to pick the meat chunks out of her food, and leave the rest, giving me a look that basically said she was going to complain to the management about her meals.
After eating they all went back outside to sing with the birds, which woke Damian, my 16 month old nephew. Who, after a few minutes of fussing, managed to grab mommie's hand, lead her to the refrigerator and and demand not milk, but V8 fusion juice... in one of his sippy cups. Great, juice is good for a growing boy, but if he is old enough to show everyone what he wants, he damn well can serve himself. (alright, maybe not, but this early in the morning after dealing with enough egotistical demanding personalities, one more is just too much)
Now, you would think that since he got his juice, he may be content enough to go back and chill for a bit in his room... Nope, from the kitchen he lead his mom to the dining/ living room where he promptly grabbed the tv remote and handed it to her. He is a big fan of tom and jerry, and he seems to think it is one when he wants it on.
I got my niece Gizzy (not her real name, but if you call her by her real name you are likely to get smacked) a cup of coffee and we sat down to listen to Damian complain because we did not have tom and jerry on the tv. He settled on HBO on Demand Ice Age continental drift.
At this point the dogs stopped singing with the birds and wanted in. Which was great, I figured I could lay back down for a couple of hours, then get up and put the ribs on to smoke, and start the pulled beef in the crock pot.
I have a full sized bed, my sister has a king sized bed. Care to guess where five of seven dogs decided they wanted to lay down so they could go back to sleep? I will give you a hint, it was not the king sized bed.
Damian and his mother feel back to sleep on the couch watching the movie, the dogs are asleep on my bed, I am sitting in front of my computer drinking coffee, and contemplating life in a zoo.
You know, maybe cats are not so bad... at least they are smaller.
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