I, Too, Pig Out In Times Of Stress
I’m visiting my boyfriend at his family’s house one day when they get a call saying his father has had a heart attack and is in hospital. Naturally, they all want to rush to leave, and I volunteer to stay and look after the dog.
I am a cat person and have had little experience with dogs. The family is gone pretty much all day — as you could guess with something like this — and the dog starts reminding me that it is nearly dinner time.
I text my boyfriend.
Me: “What do you normally do with food for [Dog]?”
Boyfriend: “Give him two scoops of the dry food we have in the cupboard.”
I do. [Dog] ends up sleeping happily on the sofa until they get back, all is well, and [Boyfriend]’s dad is recovering at the hospital after emergency surgery.
When they return, [Boyfriend]’s mum looks at a very happy dog.
Boyfriend’s Mum: “Was everything okay?”
Me: “Yes. I was surprised how quickly [Dog] wolfed down his two scoops.”
Boyfriend’s Mum: *Frowning slightly* “But that’s his food for the whole day.”
No wonder the dog was so happy that evening.