I heard Jordan in the tv room today say, "oops, it's ok, I got it." That is never a good phrase coming from an eight year old boy. I walked in and a half jar of roasted peanuts was on the floor and Hook had his whole face buried in the nuts gobbling as fast as he could.
Hook is much like another rescue dog we had a few years back. She was a bulldog mix as well and came to us like Hook, so skinny you could count her ribs. She had an eating disorder until the day she died. Hook is the same, if there is food anywhere, even if you just fed him, he consumes it.
He has probably gained 20 pounds since he came to live with us. Now we have to control his food supply.
Calliou and Taz are so finicky about what they eat and when they eat, I had forgotten what it was like to have a dog garbage disposal. The dog enjoys food and never misses or is late for a meal.
This weekend has buzzed by, but then again, so has September. Can you believe next Saturday is October 1? Here's hoping the upcoming week is a good one, remember to laugh out loud and hug someone.