Here’s what happened.
Every morning when I get my person out of bed she makes me go outside before she’ll feed me. That’s bad enough right there. I think she should feed me first.
Sometimes when I go outside I get distracted by things, smells and stuff – like maybe Bubba, the cat from across the street snuck into my yard overnight – and I don’t head back into the house when my person thinks I should.
You know what she does? She goes back in the house without me and shuts the door in my face.
Okay person, I’ll change that if you insist. The door isn’t really shut in my face because I’m still out in the yard sniffing.
But then I hear it. The sound of my food bouncing into my bowl. And I come running, drooling as I go. Let me in, person!
You know what she does then? She takes her time and won’t let me in right away. She feeds Scratchy, she gets a drink of water, and finally she moseys on over to the door. In the meantime I’ve lost about a gallon of water – it’s dripping out of my mouth while I wait for food.
When she does let me in I race to my dish and gobble my breakfast. Okay, I’m feeling better now.
But if it happens again, I’m turning my person in.