Wagging Tail-615

This is a little graphic so stop now ye who are weak of stomach.

Herself races downstairs each morning and devours her kibble in seconds as you all know.

This morning she started the process of inhalation and stopped dead in her tracks.

Ma and I looked at each other and were, for a brief moment, perplexed.

That’s when it happened.

She went off like a machine gun. We had to duck for cover. She just opened her mouth and out came the kibble like mini projectiles.

There were about a dozen pieces scattered across the kitchen. As soon as they were out of her she just nonchalantly carried on.

We’re now back from our walk and she’s suffered no I’ll consequences. Noshing into the nylas as usual.

She lines them up now like she has a check list for the day ahead.

I’m taking it easy while she’s busy. She kinda shook me up earlier. I thought she was a goner.

My only plans for the day are to take care of Dad and wait for Ma to come back for a good snuggle.

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