Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Feed Me, Seymour!

A comment made yesterday (Thanks, Christina!) reminded me to tell you this. Our boy had indeed gotten used to the new and improved schedule, with my husband and I leaving about the same time, and my husband getting home about an half an hour after me. (Commutes are brutal sometimes!) Well, my husband's schedule changes every 4 weeks and now he leaves well after me and gets home about 3 1/2 hours after his old schedule.
So now I feed Gonzo about the same time my husband used to feed him on his old schedule, and our boy still does the " I'm-starving-here-please-for-the-love-of Mike-and-gravy-would-you-feed-me?" dance of impatience when my husband gets home. Even after he is reminded that he has indeed been fed, he will not calm down until he is sent to bed (without dinner, in his mind,) then we give him a Better than Ears treat.
Good Boy, Gonzo. When you're calm and sweet, you get the treat. 9See how I made that rhyme?)
More to come so, come back if you're interested.

1 comment:

  1. The front door opening and getting out of bed are apparently the food triggers for my dogs. So if I'm taking stuff out front and come back in, even if I've done this ten times in a row, the sharks start circling the food bag.