You see that mark there? On the stairs? You know what that is? That’s a sign of dog abuse. That’s what it is.
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.
February 24, 2012 at 10:35 am
I just got my dogs in from outside and now they want to eat. I so totally understand!!! Love it!!
February 24, 2012 at 10:39 am
Cee, eating is my first priority. I do it whenever I can.
February 24, 2012 at 10:52 am
Like I always say, “don’t fuel the drool!” LOL!
February 24, 2012 at 1:19 pm
Bassetmomma, could you please tell that to my person?
February 24, 2012 at 11:02 am
You are so right, Bongo, this is really dog abuse!
February 24, 2012 at 1:20 pm
Sweet Kitten, I’m so glad you understand.
February 24, 2012 at 12:03 pm
Sometimes Elka is super distracted out back as well. She potties on-leash, though, so if I’ve decided she’s not getting down to business, we just march back inside. No tennis ball, no tag in the backyard, nada.
Maybe you’ll go faster next time? 😉
February 24, 2012 at 1:21 pm
Jen, I usually get back in the house pretty quick when I know there’s food coming. Sometimes there’s just something that I really have to check out though.
February 24, 2012 at 1:50 pm
Oh my Dog! The NERVE!!!
February 24, 2012 at 4:05 pm
You said it Rumpy. I can’t believe what my person does to me sometimes.
February 24, 2012 at 2:36 pm
Bongo my person does the same thing. I got smart. I’ll rush out the door pretending I’m going out. Then Casey comes and runs out too. But then my person closes the door. This is the part that gets good…..I sit….the best sit ever…with my head up high looking real cute. You know the look. She melts. Works like a charm.
February 24, 2012 at 4:09 pm
Jennifer, I’m always scratching at the door to get let in, hoping my person will be afraid I’ll scratch up her door. I wonder if that cute look would work better.
February 24, 2012 at 2:49 pm
My drool puddle is usually right on the kitchen floor next to my placemat. Mom tries to be quick, but my drool is quicker.
February 24, 2012 at 4:11 pm
Cupcake, sometimes when my person is getting me a vitamin I drool all over the kitchen floor too. She takes so long getting it out.
February 24, 2012 at 4:00 pm
I discovered that my cat drools when I feed him too. But since he’s a cat he purrs at the same time. I realize when I take my time it must be an eternity for him… But, I’m sorry Bongo, I think its kind of funny.
February 24, 2012 at 4:13 pm
Viciously Sweet, my person says her sister had a cat that drooled when she got loves, but this is the first she’s heard of a cat drooling while waiting for food. She thinks it’s funny too. I’m not sure I like her sense of humor.
Winnie the greyhound
February 24, 2012 at 4:09 pm
You poor, poor thing!
Come round here and we’ll feed you promptly.
Love and licks, Winnie
February 24, 2012 at 4:14 pm
Winnie, I’ll be right over.
Misty Shores Chesapeakes
February 24, 2012 at 4:18 pm
Oh Bongo you are so deprived! I think that deserves an extra helping of dinner and a few more snacks 🙂
February 24, 2012 at 5:29 pm
Misty Shores, I agree. Can you please tell my person that?
February 24, 2012 at 4:58 pm
I’m amazed you don’t starve to death. Shocking.
February 24, 2012 at 5:29 pm
Flo, no kidding. It seems like I’m always waiting for food.
The Love of a Dog
February 24, 2012 at 5:07 pm
Bongo, our pups are right there with you. They hear the carrots hitting the bowl and the musical sound of kibble mixing with it and they sit ever so patiently. Still drooling, but still. Then they hear the magical “ok!” and go flying across the kitchen floor, running into chairs and cabinets as they do so. Sometimes, us people just forget how much longer the wait is for you hungry souls!
February 24, 2012 at 5:31 pm
Anastasia, it is so hard to wait for food. I’m glad I’m not the only one.
February 24, 2012 at 5:26 pm
Can’t believe your person made you wait Bongo. No fair!
the brown dawgs
February 24, 2012 at 5:32 pm
Brown Dawgs, my person can be so mean sometimes. One of these days I’m going to have to break right through the door.
February 24, 2012 at 6:26 pm
My person does the same thing to me! Lulu is a brown noser and always comes when called and goes right inside, but I want to have fun in the yard like you! No fair! – Sofie Bear
February 24, 2012 at 8:09 pm
Sofie Bear, I think us dogs should unite – go on strike until our people let us in whenever we want.
February 24, 2012 at 7:40 pm
Maybe if you came when she asked you she would feed you right away like you want. One of us, I won’t mention who doesn’t come right back in when called either. She lays on the driveway and just watches what’s going on, which is really nothing that early!
February 24, 2012 at 8:16 pm
Lexie, Mica and Mom, most days I come in right away, but sometimes there’s something that I need to check out. You’d think my person could overlook that and let me in as soon as I’m ready – which is when I hear the food going into my bowl.
February 24, 2012 at 10:16 pm
Hmmn, Bongo, I’m thinking maybe you have go on strike one morning . . . maybe tomorrow. If you don’t have to go outside first thing to ahem, you know, relieve yourself, why not stage a sit down strike. Just sit down and refuse to go outside. That’s what my dog does. I can’t budge him. That way your persons will know you are real serious about getting breakfast first thing. Pronto. Got that? Just sit down and give your sad face near your food bowl. I think drooling would be a real good acting move as well. So, give a sad face and drool! 🙂
February 24, 2012 at 11:55 pm
Sunshine, that’s what I think I’ll do in the morning. Sit down, sad face, and drool. Got it!
February 25, 2012 at 12:58 am
Hahahahaha! Are you sure that is drool Bongo! 🙂
February 25, 2012 at 8:47 am
Bassa, what are you thinking!!!???
February 25, 2012 at 1:23 am
an idea: next morning, bring your bowl to your person’s bed along with a little note “food first, walk after”. Maybe she’ll get the message!
February 25, 2012 at 8:47 am
Good idea Marina – but I need someone to help me write the note. Can you help me?
February 27, 2012 at 1:05 am
February 25, 2012 at 2:57 am
lol, Bongo:) Your person is giving you a hard time by watching somebody else (Scratchy) eating while you starving. No wonder that you’re drooling 😀
February 25, 2012 at 8:48 am
Angels Whisper, I’m so glad you understand. I’m starving and Scratchy is getting treated like a king.
February 25, 2012 at 4:36 am
I do not know how you do it Bongo my love but whatever you write about it has me in fits of laughter. BUT..this is a very serious situation..dog abuse…If you have to report your person I will be your witness..I will stand by you every inch of the way. Fancy feeding Scratchy before you..that is anarchy and should be stopped forthwith…..
February 25, 2012 at 8:50 am
Patreciau, thank you so much. I will probably needs all the witnesses I can get because Scratchy will be siding with me person.
February 25, 2012 at 6:21 am
Woof! Woof! Oh NO! Have a better day. Happy BLOG HOP Weekend! Lots of Golden Woofs, Sugar
February 25, 2012 at 8:51 am
February 25, 2012 at 6:28 am
Oh no..poor Bongo…. me too, I have a dog abuse experience. My mom and granny sometimes don’t feed me directly… I mean they ask me to do some performances before feeding like ” sit” or “give me your paw” !!!! I’m drooling a lot while I’m performing! They make me look silly!*sniff sniff*
February 25, 2012 at 8:52 am
Kevin, I really feel for you. Sometimes I don’t think our people realize how much they are torturing us.
February 25, 2012 at 10:30 am
Great to meet you on the Saturday BlogHop 🙂
February 25, 2012 at 5:39 pm
Baika, great to meet you too. We’ll stop by your blog too. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.