sometimes there's live music, and there is a big in-ground fountain that kids run through to stay cool in the summer heat. We left the house around five, and I always feel bad going somewhere this time of day. Five is about the time Auburn goes on her walk, so if she sees us getting ready to go somewhere around this time, she thinks we're heading out for a W-A-L-K . She'll watch us go downstairs, eagerly anticipating the, "C'mon Auburn," which doesn't come. I wonder how long she stays at the top of the stairs after we leave. Perhaps she lets out a little whimper and wonders what she did wrong. If only dogs were welcome everywhere...We had a nice time at The Greene. Bode sort of played in the fountain, but as usual, he was more interested in puddles off to the side. This is probably a good thing because he didn't get soaking wet like all the other kids. Afterward, we went to dinner at Noodles and Co., and Ashley was nice enough to let us stop for ice cream on the way home. We got back to the house around 7:30, and Auburn was waiting for us, ready and raring to go on a walk. Sadly, neither Ashley nor I took man's best friend around the block. All night, she kept following me around with a sad, pathetic look on her face. I felt a little guilty, so I gave her a nice massage and belly rub before bed time, and telling her, "We'll go tomorrow, I promise," which, of course, she doesn't understand.
About 2:30 am, I hear Auburn get up--the click click click of her paws on the hardwood floor is unmistakable. I also hear her stomach making strange noises. This is nothing new, as sometimes she (like me) gets an upset tummy. I hear her make it to the kitchen, but I don't hear the dog-door slap shut. A few minutes later, she comes back to our room and just stares at us. I get up, thinking maybe the dog-door was stuck. I checked, but it was working fine, so I said, "Auburn, go outside." She just looks at me. "Whatever, dog, I'm going back to sleep." So she comes back to the room with me, and I get back into bed. I keep hearing her belly make those strange gurgling noises. Was it something she ate? I thought. And then it hits me. We forgot to feed her! Poor girl didn't get her dinner. What awful parents we are--how could we forget to feed our little baby (well, maybe not-so-little)?!? I get back up, go over to Auburn and say, "Do you want eat?" Well she's off like a rocket down the hall and is waiting for me in front of her dog-bowl. I give her some food, which she inhales, amazingly her stomach quiets down, and we go back to bed.
Fortunately, Bode will make a little more noise than Auburn when he's hungry, so it would be impossible for us to forget to feed him :-) Pleasant week to all (yes, there were no pictures with this post...I'll try to take some this week).
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oops! don't feel bad. We once killed cactus, did not water it enough. Things happen. You are Lunch Auburn did not eat something like the couch just to get her by.
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