Somehow Zozo figured out I was out of food. It might have had something to do with the half-bowl of food I gave him tonight. Instead of being content, with half rations, he pressed it.
He was still hungry? Perhaps. But I feel the truth is far more horrifying than anyone may believe.
For you see…
He knew that with the weather, I would be disinclined to go to the store for more dog food. In the past during such times of crisis. I have used lunch meats, hotdogs, and sometimes an apple with A1 on it (its best you don’t ask).
Being the clever bugger he is. He knew that I was out of all backup supplies. And I would need to resort to that which is defined as “treat.” Treat du jour is only the most awesome dog snack ever devised by mankind.
I would not go softly into that good night, though. I dipped the Pup-eronis in water, and froze them. Into Ice pup-eronis. To make his dinner slightly more difficult to consume. Unfortunately I didn’t not realize that this would open his world to the possibility of Pup-eroni flavored popsicles. Of which he consumed 8. broken into halves .. 16 Pup-eroniscles (do not repeat in polite company).
While I feel my behavior does not necessarily put me in the running for Father of the Year. I feel that from a Karma perspective, I have broken even on the creation of Pup-eroniscles vs. not walking to safeway.