Don't Mess With My Food

Miss Lady Bug loves to eat. You'd never know it by looking at her trim figure. You'd probably think she watches what she eats. Nope. She eats pretty much whatever she wants. And probably a lot she doesn't want just to keep her brother and sister from enjoying it.

Each of the dogs has their own special pan for meals. Miss Lady Bug has been known to try and eat the food in her pan and the food in her sister's pan. Sunshine just glares at her. Mama pushes Miss Lady Bug away and makes her eat from her own pan.

Little Guy doesn't like anyone near his pan while he eats. He hasn't quite figured out how to eat and guard his food at the same time. He really doesn't like it when Gran comes near him when he eats. She used to tease him about eating his food. She never did but he hasn't forgotten. Little Guy knows Mama wouldn't let Gran eat his food but he doesn't want to take any chances.

All three must share the Kibbles n' Bits bowl. Mama keeps plenty in the bowl so that Miss Lady Bug, Sunshine and Little Guy can have a snack whenever they want. Sometimes they want a snack at the same time. It isn't fun to share.

Miss Lady Bug decided to eat a snack. Little Guy didn't like that at all. He wanted a snack too. Miss Lady Bug always eats everything and then he has to wait for Mama to notice and refill the bowl. He went up to her and in his most fierce voice Little Guy growled at his sister. She merely looked at him and kept right on eating. So Little Guy figured either she hadn't heard him or she thought he'd been growling at someone else. So he growled again.

Miss Lady Bug looked down her long, regal nose at him. She let out two fierce barks and resumed eating. Little Guy backed away, pouted a little and then went to lay down in front of his fan. Mama would be out soon and see how selfish Miss Lady Bug was being and make her share.

So there!

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