Owner’s Perspective

Let me explain. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Baxter, my dear golden retriever, is a picky eater, and sometimes, he won’t touch his food until late in the evening. His vet and a few online forums suggested adjusting his feeding schedule might encourage him to eat at regular hours. So that’s what I did, or at least what I attempted to do. It was just a small change, really—moving dinner from 5pm to 6pm. An entirely rational decision, made after painstaking research (and a laborious dog-owner forum login process).

It felt like for Baxter, though, I had committed an unspeakable crime. As 5 pm rolled around and I didn’t move towards his food bowl, he slowly turned his head and gave me a look. Oh, that look! The “since when did you stop loving me?” look. If eyes could launch an interrogation, this dog’s gaze would be an expert detective.

And then he went over to his bowl, turned back, looked at me, and then back at the bowl — a non-verbal conversation of disappointment. Finally, he let out a dramatic sigh and laid down next to his empty dish, his soft brown eyes never leaving my traitorous human self.

Baxter’s Bemusement

DINNER TIME. The best part of my day. I could smell it around 4:50 pm as my human started prepping my bowl. THE BOWL. Then, THE POUR. Kibble sounds like MUSIC to my canine ears.

Every day at 5:00 pm, like clockwork. It’s MY TIME. Except, this time, it didn’t happen.

5:00 pm… 5:05… and then 5:10… I waited. SHE WAITED. We were in a standoff, but she didn’t get it. She was doing that human thing — typing on her “laptop” (sure, I know human words, don’t look so surprised). She wasn’t in a hurry. I was HUNGRY.

Betrayal has a smell. It smells like an EMPTY BOWL. And disappointment? Well, it tastes like MISSING KIBBLE.

The Hungry Puppy Saves the Day

By 5:15, the guilt was overwhelming. His sad doggy eyes finally broke me.

“Alright, Baxter,” I declared, putting on my shoes. “We’re heading to The Hungry Puppy.”

Baxter’s ears perked up. “Did you say The Hungry Puppy?” they seemed to ask. I mentioned the magic words: Premium dog food. By the time we were in the car, his tail was wagging at whirlwind speed.

The folks at The Hungry Puppy were as wonderful as always. As I shared my tale of betrayal, they pointed us towards a variety of kibbles: Sportsman’s Pride FieldMaster, ideal for picky eaters like Baxter.

When I poured Baxter his lovely new dinner at exactly 5 pm that evening, his waggy tail blurred with sheer joy. His eyes sparkled, and he immediately dug into his bowl. As he crunched on the fresh kibbles, he seemed to say, “All is forgiven, human. For now.”

Crisis averted. Mealtime restored. Dog no longer hates me (although my alarm for his dinner time sings on four devices now).

Visit The Hungry Puppy for all your premium dry food needs—because when you accidentally change dinner time, only the best kibbles can make it right. Free local delivery available or stop by, like we did, for a fun outing!

• 🦴 Premium food — Sportsman’s Pride FieldMaster
• 🐕 On-site shopping — Baxter loved the car ride
• 🏪 In-store shopping — Bring your pup for the full experience
• 💚 Lots of love — We get it. We’re dog people too.