hungry

How much longer is this blackout supposed to last? Another five to seven days, I hear. This reminds me of Amish country. Rescue dogs don't like Amish country. How do you know if there is a black bear in the dark?

What a week it’s been. One evening a neighbor calls and tells me a bear was spotted at a bird feeder two streets away, the next we are hit by an SLW (tornado that doesn’t spin) that knocks the power out. We didn’t realize it at the time, but large parts of two counties were left without power too.

Thanks to one of the fun fits my body goes through, I hadn’t eaten for about three days before the storm. I was just starting to feel hungry again and was about to put dinner in the oven when the power went out. It was only off for a couple of days, but for Murphy and me, it felt like an eternity.

When the power goes out, you don’t open the fridge/freezer because you don’t know how long the outage will last. Poor Murphy had to do without the pumpkin and green beans he normally gets with is meals. And no “last bites” from mommy’s meals. In Doggy World, this was a terrible week that will go down in infamy.

I’m so sad…and so hungry…

(Despite his claims of hunger, Murphy refused to eat – or even chase – the rabbit or the robin that were right outside the front door.)

A tired woman brushes her itchy dog at night.

Last week Geordie had an appointment with the vet, and she gave him steroids to help with the full-body itchies he gets at this time of year. I thought this would be a great thing – my boy would finally stop nagging me because he was miserable and didn’t know what to do about it. Maybe we could both get some sleep!

And yet, no. Instead we have substituted one misery for another. The steroids have given Geordie an appetite beyond belief. He spends all day squeaking at me to give him biscuits. He’ll take kibble or table food, but he wants biscuits. Milk Bones, Liva’ Snaps, Marrow Bones…it doesn’t matter. He’ll eat them all. Literally.

An unexpected side effect from Geordie’s steroids is that Toby is gaining weight. Why? Is he getting into Geordie’s meds? No, but every time I feed Geordie, I need to give Toby something to preserve equity in the house. Even if I only give Toby one piece of kibble, Geordie eats so often that my little Toby has turned into a butterball. Today I made him go for a long walk around the neighborhood until he flopped down on the pavement in surrender. We’re going to need a lot of those before the weight comes off.

Fat dog thinks angry thoughts.

Whatchoo talking’ ’bout? I’m not fat!

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