Wisdom bringeth much Worry

After hanging up the phone, I decided to take the doggies for a late walk. Rosco wanted to charge ahead, but Fips was doing his ultra-local plus stops. (Michael thinks I need to walk the doggies more but, it's not always my fault.) And so, not much past Peanuts's house and after not much of a walk, we returned home. Fips immediately returned to his sulking spot where he had been most of the night.

At last, I figured it out. He was parking himself where I had stacked three boxes of doggie mush. This time, I caught him just looking at the cans ... before he looked up at me with his worried "don't take my bone look". Can you believe it? He's guarding his food. How long is THIS going to last? All month? Jeeezus. He's such a smart dog. No smell, nothing but "cans" which he knows contain food. HIS food. Alas ...smarts doth not for happiness make...

Poor doggie.

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