Fe Fi Faux Dog Bowl Contest
Don’t forget to enter for your chance to win an adorable handmade dog dish for your pup.
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One very lucky Dogster is going to win a handmade dog bowl. To win leave a comment in the comment section sharing a funny food story. The contest runs today through Monday, January 26th when I will pick one winner based on their answer.
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Arrival Story:
I was found as a stray near Eustis, Florida. I spent a month in doggy jail before I was found and taken in by Schnauzer Love Rescue! I had a great forster mom who really helped me. Than the Tuesday before Thanksgiving 2007 my new parents gave me a forever home! I am so happy with them. Than on Thanksgiving day I met my mommy and daddy’s four grandchildren. WOW! I have a family. I have sooo much to be thankfull for!
My dog had been getting a canned food kibble topper for a few weeks and enjoyed it a lot. Well one day I was in a hurry so I put plain kibble in her bowl and ran up to finish getting ready. I heard a crash downstairs so I ran down and my dog was in the middle of the rug peeing (her first accident in the house after a year of living here). I looked in the kitchen and she had tossed the bowl over and there was uneaten kibble everywhere. I couldn’t believe a 6 pound dog could have tossed over her bowl but it was loud and clear she was protesting plain kibble. After she peed she simply walked to her bed and went back to sleep!! I cleaned up the mess (making me later) and had to reserve her kibble with a scoop of canned. I keep hearing that dogs don’t seek revenge they simply act from stress but she seemed pretty pleased with herself that morning and I love every feisty bit of her.
A few days after I brought Samson home, he had learned where everything in the house was. When I went to the grocery store one afternoon, I came home to kibble strewn across the floor! I poked my head inside the pantry (Where the dog food is kept) and found Samson sleeping inside the empty kibble bag. I laughed so hard he woke up and finished the rest of the kibble on the floor!
Boy would I ever love to have a pretty bowl like that!
In December 2007, I moved from my home where I’d lived for 8 years. It was a happy place where there were other collies like me. I got to be a mommy several times because I really am a sweet girl and take good care of my babies until they find wonderful homes of their own. Daddy put me in the car to go to this new home of mine and I was a little scared leaving, but daddy told me I would be loved and would be living with one of my grown up babies! It was Murphy! Well, that first couple months were kinda rough, I had to go to the doggie doctor and got fixed, although I didn’t know I was broken. I had an owie on my tummy for a while and had to take some pills but I got some peanut butter with them and that is darn good stuff!! The doc also did something to my teeth that made them all shiny and slippery but he took a couple of them away for some reason! And the tooth fairy did not even come. Then I got poked with an owie making thing a few times. I don’t why they gotta make owies on me but I did like the doctor man and the ladies there were very nice!
In my new home there was a lady and a man and my son Murphy, of couse, and also a funny little dog that looked like she could be one of my collie puppies but she acted older than me and the lady kept calling her a sheltie! Go figure! Her name is Peanut. She’s kinda bossy & crotchety for a little thing but I really do love living there so I let her believe she is the boss of me. The lady is my momma now and the man is my daddy and I love them so much! And I get to play and play and nap and nap! They put me on something called a diet and I was extra hungry for a while but I’m used to it now and feel really perky! I go for walks and love to meet people and kids. It’s great!
I have but one complaint, and since I love my home so much I’d feel ungrateful if I told my momma about it. But I feel safe telling you people. You wont tell, will you? I hope not!
Here’s the deal. My food bowl is just too small for my big girl mouth, it’s very hard to eat my yummers out of it. I am the last one to finish my yummers and it’s not becasue I am not hungry. I’m hungry all the time! It’s just a lot of work! And, of all things, it says “KITTY” on it.
Now I’m not a book learned collie like my son Murphy is, but I just know that is NOT MY NAME! I’ve seen my name before and it doesn’t look like that! I think that “KITTY” is something that goes sneaking thru the field next door that we doggies love to chase and bark at. When we bark, it’s so funny! They go running licketysplit back home to a house close by! They smell too and I don’t trust those sneaky things!
Murphy’s bowl is big enough for him and it says “DOG” on it and Peanut’s, well, she is so little and her bowl is the perfect size for her and it says “DOG” too.
I try to imagine that “KITTY” is really something good but I am not fooling myself very well. It’s really kinda embarrassing!
Please pick me to send one of those fancy pretty doggie bowls to!!! I would have no complaints at all if you did. I will dream of a pretty new bowl tonight in my sleep instead of chasing rabbits.
And I promise to be a very good girl!
Thank you ever so much!
Pepper
Oh Boy was Mommy MAD AT ME yesterday!!!!
We went to the park down the street and there were no other doggies and no one else at the park. So Mommy scouted it out, determined that the doggy police weren’t present and unhooked my leash. She pulled her arm back to throw my beloved purple Wubba Kong and instead of running after it, I took off at speeds never before seen for the far other side of the park.
Mommy ran her as fast as she could towards me, giving me orders, the nerve of her. BOY, did ignore her, OH BOY did I ever. Well I ran straight for some bushes that amazingly held over 25 rat chewed bagels someone must have dumped for the birds.
I got one of the delicious moldy bagels and Mommy tried desperately to get that away from me, did I ever mention how fast I am?
Well then right about the time I finished the 1ST bagel, I went back for more, Mommy didn’t realize there were over 2 dozen of them. So I snagged a second one whoo eeee!!!!.
So there’s Mommy running in and out of the bushes with arm loads of rat chewed bagels (BOL) while trying to watch me and look out for the doggy police. She’s totally freaking out, because she doesn’t know if the bagels were put there to kill the rodents and have poison on them or if I might get something from eating rat chewed bagels….it’s been about 20 minutes now of free for all running and bagel eating.
Well at this point, Mommy is SERIOUSLY PEEVED and so pretty much I figured I might as well enjoy my freedom while I have it, and proceeded to play keep away from Mommy for the next 45 minutes.
Mommy alternated between crying and screaming at me and she pretty much figures all the neighbors think she is certifiable.
How did she finally get me? Well I was gettin’ thirsty from all the running and bagel eating and told Momma I needed a drink from the fountain….when I put my paws up to partake of the delicious water, my mean old Mommy snagged me. Man, but it sure was fun while it lasted.
I am babysitting my sisters 3 pugs. All are males and are so funny when it is meal time. Solee and Bauer stand up on their back legs watching me put water on there food. This keeps them from eating as fast. Issac is like feed me now please. After the water they sit and wait for me to put the bowl down.
They know who is suppose to be first, second and last. Bauer is first Solee is second while Issac is waiting patiently. He does not have very much of that. He starts chasing his tail till the bowl is on the floor.
Being Issac is last to start he is the first to finish. He then looks at Solee and Bauer. He inches up to Solee who is on his last bite. Solee walks away to Issacs bowl and Issac licks Solees. They look at each other then at Bauer.
Now Bauer is finished and they all check each others bowl to make sure no one left a crumb.
Then it is time to set on the couch and receive lots of pug kisses. Thank you Auntie for feeding me. More licks and kisses.
Pugs are one of a kind.
I came to live with my mom and daddy a little bit before Thanksgiving when I was two. I still wasn’t very well adjusted to my new home but mom and daddy invited guests for the big holiday dinner anyway. Mom has a friend who is pretty gabby. She doesn’t pay attention to much either. Mom put my food down in my dish and then served the Thanksgiving meal. Mom’s friend had a big dish of turkey and all the fixin’s in front of her, but didn’t pay one bit of attention to it. I smelled all those goodies and jumped right into her lap. She put her arm around me, rubbed my little ears and kept talking, never looking at what I was doing. I polished off every bit of her dinner right under her nose! When she finally stopped talking long enough to pick up her knife and fork, she realized what I had done. Everyone at the table had been holding back their laughter to see what her reaction would be and when she realized she didn’t have a thing to eat, the whole table broke up. I had the best Thanksgiving dinner ever!
Ziggy
Agnes’s brother, Otto, had a neat trick around dinner time that I would fall for every time. As we sat down at the dinner table he would go to the patio door and ring his bell, the signal that he needed to “take care of some business” outside. Being the attentive doggy daddy that I am, I would get up to let him out. However, no sooner would I vacate my chair he would dash right by me and proceed to attempt to snack on my dinner. He was seldom succesful at getting anything, but it gave me a great many chuckles that he was such a clever canine.