Every evening at 5:00, Emmett stops whatever he’s doing wherever he is in the house and comes into the office. He plants himself on the bed next to my desk, reminding me of his presence with heavy sighs.
Then, about 15 minutes later, he moves into position under my desk. As if I hadn’t noticed his loud, dinner-demanding presence already.
And if I still persist in not getting up to feed him, well, he gives me no other choice.
And that is how Emmett gets fed by 5:30. Every. Single. Day.
Ah, the dinner buzz. One of my dogs lays by her dish just in case food spontaneously appears.
That is so funny! I’ve noticed Emmett glances into his bowl each time he walks past throughout the day. Gotta love their optimism!
This looks so familiar!
I wish my internal clock was a strong/accurate as a dog’s!
Lucy gets fed after her morning walk and after I get home from work. When I walk in the condo and undo her leash, she takes off like a maniac into the kitchen. If Cristina hasn’t put her food down, Lucy will come running back to me. When she gets to me, she rears up and puts her front legs on me. That’s her subtle way of telling me to get her damn food already…