“Brian! Please come in here and feed your dog.”
“BUT MOM! I just fed her yesterday!”
I think I should feed Brian by the same logic. What do you think?
Until next time-
C
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We have a lizard. Once or 2x a week seems to do it.
Hey Cath~could I please have Sally back?
I think you keep missing my replies dear – Sally went back home to you just after the holidays… with a new suitcase and some remembrances from the wine country…
(laugh) and even then you are the one to feed it?
If the lizard didn’t bark or meow … it might die of starvation n my place…
Tell HIM the same thing next time he asks what’s for lunch.
My Dearest Catherine,
The next time Brian forgets to feed the poor dog, remind him how he would feel if the dog was resposible for feeding HIM!!! I hate to think of him having to take care of s real two legged baby some day..My dogs eat before me or my husband do…They are often the sole reason we go to the store, to make sure they have enough food…There is hope for Brian and his selective amnesia yet…
Substitute “Brian” with “girl” and “dog” with “cat”, and you have the same at my house. But the litter box is just for me…lucky me.
Tonight you could hold off preparing dinner. Then when he says he is hungry hit him with “Well Brian I just fed YOU yesterday”
I think it’s a part of his master plan to starve the dog so she will eat anything he doesn’t like… you know… that accidental drop-to-the-floor-and-the-dog-gets-it-before-the-parent-sees-it-dinner-shapehift that kids live for…
Are we sisters in a parallel universe? I think I should send you a bottle of red wine from the wine country …cleaning a litter box earns you a nice bottle of Silver Oak…
I’m sure he’d eat the dog food since 12 year old boys who are 5’8″ and wear size 11 shoes would probably eat couch if hungry enough …I like our couch…
He’d remind me that I killed his polliwogs, turtles, hermit crabs, three goldfish and a snake by my lack of attention to odd things boys refer to as pets that I thought could feed themselves…