Today was a chilly chilly morning and according to some paid
expert today is blue Monday, the most depressing day of the year.
I
wasn’t feeling it until I read that fact but I think poor Pepper knew because
she is a hound with a bad case of the blahs. Over the Christmas holidays she
got very spoiled with snacks and table scraps. It had started way before the
holidays actually. And I think it was me who was to blame for it all. A taste
of this here. Some gravy there. Seeing that she was not that thrilled to be
eating dry food I began spicing it up by adding wet dog food to it.
But then she became jaded with that. So I decided
arbitrarily that she should go cold turkey except not real cold turkey –cold
dry food. Of course she does not like that. Not one little bit. She now looks at me
like Gordon Ramsey reviewing a bowl of slop that’s just been served to
him. I think she’s trying to be on hunger strike
in protest. She sniffs the bowl theatrically and walks away in disgust.
She has started making pitiable pleas for snacks until its time for
bed. Then when the lights go out and her dignity can be preserved she
grudgingly eats what’s in her bowl. And next morning very
publicly turns her nose up at what I give her all over again. Oh Pepper! You’ve
got a bad bad case of those `why don’t you give me none of that
really meaty yummy tasty food no more instead of this shit' hound dog blues.
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