Something’s different. That thing is happening in my nose again. Everything is warm and friendly and happy. It’s good. So good. And it’s about time because I have the feeling deep within me like I did in the morning.
What’s the word she uses? Hungry. And Dinner. Yes, that’s it. I’m hungry and it’s time for dinner. That other dog on two paws is walking, reaching into where the good stuff is. She keeps it locked up all day but when she walks in that room I know it’s one of two things. Either good stuff or she is leaving.
But about now, when the sun is going down and the air smells different, it’s more likely she is getting the food. But first, she puts something down for those other animals. The small ones on four paws. Those two smell different, kind of like food but not. The big dog seems to like them very much so I don’t bother them. Even when I’m hungry.
She fills my bowl with the good stuff and adds water. My nose is happy. I eat. I love her.
Love this! :)