Dinner Time!

A dog’s life is made up of two key moments: the moment they see their food bowl coming, and the moment they realize it’s not coming soon enough.

—Anonymous

Lil’ Toot here. Uncle Edgar was a stickler for Punctuality. Like many Canines, His Schedule was exacting. Dinner was at This Time . . . Period. But He was having a Challenging Time with His Mistress, Aunt Janet. He was Finicky, for sure. Guilt induction 101. Living unstuck.

I am Flexible. Much more Casual about the Whole Thing. I know Food will come . . . Sometime. I eat (maybe) two tablespoons of food when I dine. Sometimes, I pig out and eat the Whole Feast. And Others? I just have a small bite and let It go, mostly to flummox Mom. She worries, You know. Living unstuck.

I wonder: Are Mealtimes set in stone for You? Or do You graze when You’re hungry? I say: Flex It up a Bit. I’ve found if I look famished, Some Kind Soul has a treat somewhere. It might come from a Place Long Forgotten like a pocket or a Purse. Think that will work for You too. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#feeding-frenzy