Me: Put out food bowl for Minnie.

Her: Looks at it, then me, then turns up nose, and lays down.

Me: Put away bowl and make myself cup of soup 5 minutes later.

Her: Looks frantically for food bowl like she’s Oliver Twist and I’m a horrible and neglectful owner.

My Soup: Gets cold as I reheat up her dog food.

Bitches, man.
Bitches, man.

Furry daughters always come first – even when they’re being brats. I tend to think she’s just following my lead or the smell of my food simply strikes hunger pangs in her little tummy more than her own does; but just like everyone else, it’s always fun to humanize our hounds.