|... at rest with my food and water, at last ...|
As long as 2 year old Betty Blanche Johnson has been here, Kiwi’s dry dog food has been found floating in her water, rehydrated and looking like a round chocolate breakfast cereal.
Kiwi is no longer interested in the cereal nor the water.
There was no way to stop Betty from dropping the dry dog food into the water. A firm word from her mother. A dark look from her father. She hung her head at both and moved away from the bowl.
But no one can watch Betty for every moment of the day, and and for days the majority of the dog food has continued to float. The Johnson’s have gone back to Calgary.
I tried to throw a few of the dried dog pellets into Kiwi’s water this morning for old times sake. Rebecca protected the dog from any teasing. Kiwi rests peacefully now beside her bowl and water.