Wherever I go—at any time it may be—theres a little patter that trails behind me.
TAK-tak-TAK.
My dog knows no boundaries when food is in question; it doesn’t matter if its food she hates. In her mind, all food is good food; for eating, of course. I’ve considered it part of my daily routine; then again, I’m guilty of offering her a small portion of my servings. Sometimes I wonder: why do I give her food? Maybe its the evil puppy eyes; who can say no? Or perhaps its the guilt I feel for being able to eat all this food while she gets dry kibble balls. Then again, I cook food for her sometimes; its not all that bad!
When I come to think of it, theres a unique food culture surrounding dogs: dog cafes, dog bakeries, dog birthday parties; its a doggy world galore! Not too long ago, a dog cafe opened up in my neighborhood and it’s packed with people snd their dogs; and let me not forget the occasional cat visitor. I find it pretty fascinating; how much dogs affect our social lives.
I remember a lady lecturing me on the street for not giving my dog my dinner as her dinner every night; and that came out of a simple “hi, how are you?”. Sometimes the dog fever seems like a cult; you didn’t hear that from me.
