Thursday, April 18, 2013

Food Strike Gone Wrong

These are our bowls of food. This is where Aunt V found our bowls of food earlier in the week when she came over. Why are they on the counter you ask? Good question. Because we didn't eat them in the morning when Mom served them to us before work. Why not? Because we're spoiled dogs taking a stand!

Mom usually adds stuff to our kibble. It could be wet food, pumpkin, yogurt, scrambled eggs, even shredded cheese. Do you see any of those yummy items in our bowls? No.

We are not amused by our food, so we haven't been eating it. So that means we go the whole day without eating. If we're lucky, Mom will give us a few treats or a bone to eat. We end up getting hungry by the end of the day, and we have no choice but to eat our boring food.
This has been going on for over a week already, and it's messing up our eating schedule. We're not sure why Mom stopped giving us extra toppings in our food. We did hear her say something about not wanting to  spend money on two types of foods. Whatever.

The other day Mom didn't feed us at all. Well, she gave us treats and bones and table scraps so our bellies wouldn't be completely empty and she said she was gonna feed us in the morning like usual.

So we had to wait.

The next morning it was no different. Same food. No toppings. But we were so hungry we ate anyway.
Oak: I thought we were still on strike?
Swish: Forget that, I'm starving. Mom's not budging.

Oak: Fine! But I'm gonna eat piece by piece to show Mom I'm still upset.
Swish: Good luck with that. 

Mom said after we start eating our food like normal and stop stressing her out and giving her problems, she'll go back to giving us yummy toppings on our food once and while as a treat. Guess we'll be eating.

Lots of licks,
Swisher and Oakley

Monday, April 1, 2013

Happy Keaster!

We didn't have big plans for Easter this year. We mainly spent the day with Mom and Aunt V.

Later in the evening, we all went on a long walk down to the 711. 

  On our way back, we found a shopping basket someone had left.
Swisher: Hey this is pawesome!

Oakley: Uh, I don't know about this.
 Swisher: Hey Mom, can you push me down the hill?

 Swisher: This is like our very own go kart!

Swisher: C'mon Oakley, cheer up. We don't have to walk. We can just get pushed all the way home.
Oakley: I'd rather walk. This isn't exactly the Easter basket I had in mind.

We ended up walking the rest of the way home, but it was a short fun adventure!
Hope you all had a fun and Happy Keaster!

Lots of licks,
Swisher and Oakley