I’m still at the lake, but guess what? I have a visitor. Hailey is a Doodle who’s the same age as me but way more into mischief. She’s spending the weekend and thinks she owns the place. Look what she’s doing to me.
Now I don’t’ mind this rough play, but all the humans get excited when we play indoors. We keep getting in trouble and sent outside.
Hailey may be the trouble maker, but I’m the smarter one. When Kristina puts out my food, I eat it before Hailey has a chance to get near it.
Hailey likes to munch all day and leaves her bowl full of food – right on the ground – right in front of me. So I grab every opportunity and eat her food. She doesn’t care. She knows her humans will put out more.
Kristina scolds me for eating Hailey’s food.
“What?” I bark and look all innocent.
“You know you have allergies.”
“Allergies Schmallergies,” I bark. “This food is tasty.”
I do behave and leave the food dish. But ah ha! I found Hailey’s food bad. And when no one is looking . . .
And then I remember. I’m allergic to wheat. My feet itch. My ears itch. And now I’m not so happy about eating Hailey’s food.
Kristina gives me a benadryl, and I start to feel better. Then I need ear drops. Gooey stuff dribbling in my ear canal is not a feeling I cherish, but I put up with it.
Why can’t I remember to only eat my dog food?
Do you have allergies? and what do you take for them?