Owner’s Perspective

I almost got away with it, you know. With the time change, switching my dog’s feeding schedule seemed like a golden opportunity to dodge that early morning breakfast routine (for a few blissful extra hours of sleep). So I adjusted the timer on the automatic feeder to do the job for me. Sure, the first morning she was confused, maybe a bit miffed, but when the feeder opened at the new time, she dove right in.

She gave me the look though. You know the one. The betrayal-etched, ‘how dare you change mealtime without consulting me’ kind of glare. Daisy’s ears flattened against her head, her tail didn’t wag at her usual enthusiastic rate, and her eyes had a hollow spark of disappointment. She ate her kibble, but each crunch seemed to have a side serving of protest.

By day three, the effects were profound. No whining to wake me up at the break of dawn. No super excited dance when I reached for her bowl. Just pure, silent judgement. She took her meal, noon or not, with dignity, but oh, that tale-tell stare bore into my soul.

Daisy Does Not Approve: The Canine Conundrum

So I thought I was SMART, did I? Thought I could CHANGE MEALTIME without any REPERCUSSIONS? Well, let me tell you something.

First, there was CONFUSION. The sun was up, I could smell the treats from the pantry, and yet… no breakfast? My tummy did not understand it. No one consulted the rumbling in my belly.

Then CAME HOPE. The human rose from their bed. YES! Breakfast time! Imagine my HORROR when instead of my bowl, she picked up her COFFEE MUG. Leaving me with nothing but my growling stomach and growing DESPAIR.

The timer on my automatic feeder finally went off. AT NOON. AT NOON! I ate, of course, because a dog has to eat, but each bite tasted of BETRAYAL. How could my human do this to me? Do they not understand the sanctity of morning kibble crunching?

Redemption Found in Unlikely Places

Just as I was beginning to think I might starve (six hours is a long time when you’re a dog), guilt seemed to sweep over my human.

“Alright, Daisy,” she’d said, her voice tight. “Let me make it up to you.” She pulled out her phone and tapped something on the screen. Then she smiled, at least she was trying to, “It’s treat time!”

A few hours later, in rolled a package from The Hungry Puppy, filled to the brim with my favorite Primal freeze-dried treats. She held up a treat, and the enticing smell hit me. I might’ve refused it in my dramatic quest for justice, but let’s be real, I’m no fool. I don’t resist freeze-dried nuggets of heaven!

She even joined me for a little after-meal romp in the backyard, throwing the treat for me to chase — an impromptu midday playtime and delectable nuggets of freeze-dried goodness.

Crisis averted. Treat time happened. Dog no longer hates owner (and breakfast might never be the same again).

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