Never in the canine history of this household, that has been going strong since 1995, has this happened.
WE HAVE RUN OUT OF DOG FOOD!
The last morsels were poured out of the bag this morning.
You might blame mighty mouth as she eats twice as much as a great dane.
The truth is though that all the responsibility lies with my Mother.
She runs on empty all the time and it would seem thinks we can too.
Dad is usually the driving force behind food shopping and when he was in charge we always had a bag in reserve.
If herself would spend more time shopping for us rather than finding and selling “Treasure” we’d all be in much better shape.
Thankfully the bro has the afternoon off or the tike might start chewing on me!