Poor doggy

This morning the dog’s water bowl was empty and not even damp anymore.  I saw it, swore out loud, filled it, and shamefacedly watched her drink for a minute.

Tonight, she stood in her bare basket, mournfully staring at us.  “I’d like to sleep here,” she said, “but it seems to be lacking in the blanket department.”  It was sad and funny.  I gave her a clean one fresh from the laundry and she immediately started hopping around in it, arranging the folds just so.

I’ll check the water bowl before I go to bed.

April 28, 2008. Words.

One Comment

  1. mom replied:

    Awwww that is SO sad! Poor Doggy.
    But her owner (if indeed dogs can be owned, which I doubt) has renewed her vigilance checking the dog dish.

    Once when Lassa was about two, she had no water and I simply didn’t get what she was trying to tell me, and she finally jumped into the bathtub and pointed her snout to the faucet (she was very little to even think of jumping so high and over the edge).

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