|Miss Peaches and Spaatz|
There is a time of day I refer to as the"witching hour" although it can be longer than an hour somedays. It refers to that time leading up to suppertime. The dogs keep an extra sharp eye on me just in case I might go towards the cupboard where the dog food is stored. They wouldn't want to miss anything. As the time gets real close they just go lay on the dogbed in the kitchen right next to where the food is. That way nothing is left to chance. Although they are trying to remain calm on the outside the truth be known when I finally get the chow out and the celabration dance begins. Moments later its all over, all the anticipation working up to it, then it over just like that. Kinda like Thanksgiving dinner but on a much smaller scale.
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