Feeding time in my house is crazy. 5 a.m. this morning my little Meezer mix alarm clock, Maya Linn, started in on me wanting to be fed. Barty, my 15 year old little man waits patiently near his scratcher for his food. As I start putting dishes down, Maya Linn is like a freaking vacuum!!! She wolfs down her own dish, then proceeds to play musical dishes shoving everyone else outta the way of their own food. It's very frustrating. Maya is at a good weight, but I don't understand why she needs to pig out. She does have respect for Bart and leaves him alone when he's eating. That's a good thing because Bart's food contains an appetite stimulant and that's one thing she does NOT need. When it doesn't have the medicine in it, I put what he doesn't eat out, and it's a free-for-all. My furbabies are all healthy and well cared for. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be here.
This morning I snapped at her. I blame the stress of my daughter's wedding (which is less than 2 weeks away) and lack of sleep. I'm feeling such guiltthis morning over that. Her "Gotcha Day" is Monday, the 30th. She'll be about 12 years old. She, her brother and mama were found in a dumpster at the San Juan Airport in Puerto Rico. That might have something to do with it.
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