3 Cups of Dog Food!

Three cups of dog food. That is ALL. Only 3 cups. With a half-can of wet.

Don't mind me.....just ranting after Amelia's latest visit to the dog doctor.

Jake. The Great Dane. He's a cool dog, but like most (fortunate) grandchildren, he has been left in the care of the gran'mama and gran'papa. So, hearing it straight from the Vet now, we are to feed him exactly what it says on the bag. Can't put any extra weight on him, he may develop hip problems.

Why not, its not like he has any other problems that we have to contend with. Like hopping straight up into the air to see the busy little children with flailing arms on the other side of the fence. Oh how he would love to lick them! Running, 65 mph, zooming around the perimeter of the yard, in between patio posts, around the empty tramp hole, running, running, zooming. No we don't have cow's out there, that's Jake's excercise path.

Sneaking up on the great granma's of the world hoping to overpower them. I am sure he is convinced they were put on this earth for his entertainment. And then there's the sleeping bag, he was trying to sneak out side. I mean, here's this 3.5ft at the shoulder Jake, high-stepping through the house, rolled sleeping bag in his mouth, attempting to quietly get outside where he had every intention of sliming it. Let's talk drool. They are nasty! The hang down kind that makes you squirm when you see him coming towards you.

Ah, but we love our little Jakey. Ask him, I am sure he'll tell you. Best of all, he loves us back.

: )