Our Sallie-girl tends to wolf down her food. This has always been a bit of a concern for us. This afternoon, Jasper found this toy/feeder that will help her slow down - make her work for her food. :)
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| Time: 8:45 pm Place: Bedroom |
Basically, she has to roll it around to shake the food out.
It's really cute to watch.
I know what you mean man.
ReplyDeleteSEMINARY HILL
There was a hill top
where I used to see,
all of my life's possibilities in front of me.
Four decades later,
I returned to see
that none of it, would ever be.
The Delaware River meanders gracefully down to the sea by journeying through the magnificently forested hills of The Catskills Mountains first. A lonesome train track follows it's meanderings, also heading south to the sea. I was 14 years old when I first climbed Seminary Hill and saw this splendid sight.
There was a 30-foot statue of Jesus Christ on a cross high up on Seminary Hill. The image was ghostly against blackening skies, even more so during lightning storms. The Castle-like Seminary was spread out over the level acreage at the bottom of The Hill.
Below the Seminary, lies the Town Of Callicoon and The Delaware River. I went way out of my way on a sunny day, about 6 or 7 years ago, to return to Seminary Hill, but I never anticipated the subsequent flood of emotions that resulted from looking down that river valley... and all of those years... again.
Quite accidentally, not long after my return to Seminary Hill, a former seminarian from my class was put in touch with me, and even though we were once very close friends, I couldn't place him when we met again. He had none of the looks, characteristics, or mannerisms of the person that I once knew. He was kind enough to bring me up to date regarding fellow mates and such, but as he talked, I looked into his unfamiliar eyes and felt like I was back up on Seminary Hill, again... searching for the guy that I once knew.
Lola is the nicest person that I met online today. Let me just say that I am a good reference because I am a super surfer hobo. My last post was vague but it was meant to be a tell. Because of Lola's kind understanding ( and your's too) I live to tell; that you all are really swell.
ReplyDeleteHowever I am a genuine hobo and must move along. I am glad I that found you and when I return, will bring tales from the road that are more befitting your own moods instead of my mine.
Oh, before I leave, here is why I stopped by, in the first place.
MY DOGS ARE TIRED
MY HORSE NEEDS WATERING
MY STOMACH IS EMPTY
BUT IT WAS MUSIC
THAT DREW ME TO YOUR FIRE
SO WILL YOU STOP PLAYING NOW
AND SIT AWHILE
CONSULTING WITH THE SPIRITUAL HOBO
TO FEED HIM FOOD FOR THOUGHT
BEFORE DOWN THE ROAD HE GOES
OH, MOONLIGHT... ARE YOU MAD ?
OK, I'LL STAY TILL DAWN
AND THEN... WE'LL ALL BE GONE !
PS I have some saucy true sex stories on my blog if you care click on M-Monroe's photo there.
Later Lola
hobo