Poor little Tucker has been sitting staring at me, growling under his breath and occasionally barking at me for the last hour or so. It’s nearly 9:30 p.m.
Usually both he and Maddie feed around 6 or so. Maddie is a cross-breed lab/border collie mix. She look like a long coated retriever, and I, in fact, get that question a lot.
Tucker is a full breed Parsons Russell Terrier. Feisty. Full of piss and vinegar but cute as hell.
Maddie’s food is always out. Hers is on top of a 5 gallon drum. It’s out of the reach of Tucker, but not due to wanting to do so – merely because raising food for larger dogs is supposed to be healthier for them.
Tucker’s food is on the floor (he’s all of 22 pounds) – but the problem is that he likes to kick that bowl around the house so I don’t always see it sitting there empty.
Poor little thing.
So while he was sitting there bitching at me for the last hour and a half, I was looking at him telling him to stop and also trying to ignore him.
And all he wanted is some food. ‘Cause now that I’ve fed him, he’s shut up and is happily wrestling Maddie in the middle of the living room.
In my defense, that little ^&#*5 sometimes does sit there and bark at me for long lengths of time. Just kinda sitting there, just off to the left, “woof.”
Just because he can.
