“I Go Outside, You Feed Me!” -August
I think August, the Pug, has figured out how to use and abuse me:
We started feeding her less food, but more often. Some kind of veterinary metabolism diet for dogs. In result, she has turned into a Purina hungry, little beggar. She begs to be on our lap during dinner, she’s in my face when I have a snack on the couch, and she can barely control herself when I go NEAR her food storage container. These habits are unusual for her. I believe, because she gets no love during these times, she has resorted to cruel punishment towards me. She has been waking me up before 7AM every morning for the past 1 1/2 weeks, for me to let her outside. Usually after she comes in, she is ‘rewarded’ with a 1/4 cup of food. Well this morning, she faked it. Yes, my 2 year old pug faked it. She started stirring around 6:20…I of course pretended not to notice a 20 lbs fur ball walking across my chest. So about 7:00 I said the coveted words: “go outside?” She runs, I stumble to the backdoor and allow a 30 degree wind blast my face. She hops out, I close the door and start walking away. Literally, I did not make it 5 feet when I heard her signal. *Bawh*Wooof* I look at her through the door and tell her to do her business. She won’t budge *Woof* I let her in and she beelines to the food container. My cute, cuddly, little brat has figured out that if she stands outside for just a second while I think that she is relieving herself of a night’s full of pressure…she gets rewarded with food. What have I created?! Although, the bigger question is: Where HAS she relieved herself of that pressure?! Well I’m up now, and can’t go back to sleep like usual. But what is this on my lap?! A snoring, adorable, well fed, black pug. As they say…I’m wrapped around her paw.
