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I am wondering if I'm feeding the dog

 Have I been feeding her.


I get cleaning my office and noticed a mostly eaten zucchini.  The dog picked the vegetables out of the basket 🤣 and ate it.

The horror of it is I go have I been feeding her.


I go I do one meal a day, and say maybe I didn't.  I excuse it as a window.  Usually it's a polite way of saying I'm broke.

Yet the dog still has a bag of food.

I don't know if I should shrug it off or leave food in her dish all the time.  We changed cups. To measure after her shoulders were getting to bug from her body.

That seemed to help.  Yet she was a puppy.  In switch of adult food and puppy Chow.

She has never devoured a whole vegetable like that and that vegetable is a very big vegetable.  It had to of been over a foot and bigger than her two cups that's missing.


Hate to see that dirt come out. Yet sooner or later it will.


Lately I have not been feeling well. The whole changes in life seem daughting.  Other days I just have to ignore myself and turn on a book.

Everything online is watched and not to think the house is bugged.  I sort of feel I let the dog down.

Then other times I just think she gets into everything.

Anyway, it wouldn't be home with out Miss Dixie and her mood.

The dog 🐶 has animal home value.

Even if she ate one of the many big plants we got out of the garden.

Kim made oriental broccoli 🥦 last night with the 🥕 carrots and onions. The meal is almost done today. A care package will be made in the morning, yet no rice unless I cook it tonight.


On another point. You know what season is upon us in autumn which the countdown is the mass number 22 September.



The meal might of triggered a vegetable chew.  And she went for the bigger plants.  And almost finish.  Happy I never had a pumpkin.   That would ruin everyone latte season coming up.







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  1. I can’t believe Dixie ate a whole zucchini!!! She needs more walks!

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