sierra: *whines piteously*
me: go finish your food
sierra: *flops dramatically down by food bowl*
sierra: *immediately stands back up, walks to husband's office*
sierra: *whines piteously*
husband: i can't give you skritches right now beastie, go lay down
sierra: *trots back to me, flops down dramatically*
sierra: *immediately stands back up, walks to food bowl, flops down dramatically, whines piteously*
me: you are not getting more topper, eat your actual food.
sierra: *morosely licks side of half-full bowl, flicking a couple kibble out of it*
samus, scroungehound extraordinaire: *geriatric beeline for the Tasty Floor Kibble*
sierra: *snarfs up floor kibble immediately, then goes back to morosely licking the side of the bowl*
sierra: *whines piteously*
me: again. you are not getting more squishyfood. eat your food
sierra: *teleports over to door to Outside, looks back, whines piteously*
me: you were *just* outside, like, fifteen minutes ago, and you pooped, and you had post-poop-zoomies second poopings. finish. your. food.
sierra: *paw-smacks door insistently*
me: ...fine
me: *puts up her food bowl, opens door*
sierra: *feints going outside*
zelda: *bolts outside for Basking Time*
sierra: *lunges back inside, jumps onto couch where zelda had been*
sierra:
me: ...
zelda:
sierra:
me: you have got to be kidding me
sierra, in full bone coma:
me:
huskies. can't live with them, can't live without them, can't make a lick of sense out of them.
i do want to also make clear that zelda insists on Basking Time and that she also insists on Basking Time being in the actual death orb direct line of sight.
she has far more shade than not-shade in the yard, not including the covered deck itself. like. she will purposefully pick a spot to maximize her Basking Capacity.
