Missing Meals is a Total Drag
Last night, Lacey didn’t get dinner. And that totally sucks for both of us. I feel like a horrible mother, and she becomes beggar extraordinaire.
Here’s how it happened. I grabbed the bag of chicken necks out of the fridge. With her on my heels, wagging her tail uncontrollably, salivating, smiling like crazy, we headed outside to the back patio. She was all about sniffing the bag and eating chicken necks.
I said “Lacey, down”. She walked around in a circle and sat and looked at me. I looked at her, then looked around at the trees and the sky. I looked back at her and she’s still sitting but getting distracted.
I even gave her a second chance (which is a no-no, I understand, but I really wanted her to get to eat and succeed at this). “Lacey, down.” She sat, then got up and walked around. She walked to the side of me and stood looking at me.
I zipped closed the bag and walked inside. She was dumbfounded, as I could see by the way she looked as I walked inside. She got no food. And she knew she screwed up.
When I got home from meditation, she was begging for food. It was so hard for me not to give her anything. We went for a short jog up the block and she got a treat for being good.
This morning — totally different scenario. We went on our morning walk. She was totally submissive, giving me all the commands, some even before I asked!! We came inside and I went about fixing her food.
Food for this morning: I put a leaf of lettuce, a few broccoli sprigs, and some cut up sweet potato in the blender with water. She got some of that, plus an egg with shell, plus some canned tuna (in water) — as a mixer to make it taste good, a sprinkle of kelp, and a squeeze of flax oil.
I said, “Lacey, down.” She went right down where she was, no dancing. All her attention on me. I even threw in “Lacey, stay.” and we worked that for a time or two until she stayed in the down until the food was on the floor. EXCELLENT!!!
I’ve never seen her eat so fast. She inhaled it, so I gave her more. I figured she was starving.
I love this dog more and more every day.
Anna






