I often call Scooter Pastahead.
His head is so full of noodles and he is the most difficult dog to read.
He seemed at deaths door at 7am. Dry mouthed and limp. Refused the cottage cheese I offered.
Eyeball's were barely cracked. Couldn't be bothered to move.
Within a 1/2 hour of calling the Vet (who still hasn't returned my call BTW) I heard Scooter taking a drink of water.
Outside to pee? Yep.
How about some rice? Yes?
Well, look at that.
The little bastard just wanted to sleep in this morning. Wanted some human chow. Even as we speak, SM is giving him a bit more rice.
I guess I've been played. Not for the first time.
For sure won't be the last.