The dog bowl sat empty as if someone had dusted every crumb from the bottom. I thought I’d left a cup at the bottom of the quart sized dish before we disappeared for a weekend getaway.
Maybe I’d been mistaken.
Hershey, our five -pound superpup, squatted next to his bowl stared at me with his irresistible, hope-filled eyes. I filled the quart-sized bowl so full a few stray pieces bounced across the wood floor.
One of the perks of having a small dog is this bowl will last a month, I thought.
The next morning, the bowl sat empty. Maybe I only dreamed of filling the bowl. Maybe I’d been so tired from the trip my memory had blurred. I’d been sleep deprived after all.
The following morning, the bowl sat empty again. Who or what was consuming a quart of dog food each night in our home? Continue Reading...