As Forest Gump would say, I am not a smart man.

Every time I board Robbie, we go through the same thing when he comes home.

At home, Robbie is not meal fed, he’s a grazer. I put his food down and he sort of nibbles and snacks all day, then usually right before bed he finishes it off. I don’t have the heart to tell him that eating that close to bedtime will make the food go straight to his ass.

At the kennel where he boards, they can’t really let him graze all day, for obvious reasons. So they split up his daily allotment of food into two feedings like a normal dog would eat. But Robbie is not terribly interested in his own food, so in order to get him to eat, they put “add-ins” in his food. They use either plain yogurt or beef broth.

And every time that damn dog comes home, I freak out for two days because he won’t eat his food and I work myself into a tizzy thinking that this is the end for my poor old hound dog. Then I remember the add-ins and realize that my dog is simply waiting for yogurt or beef broth. Oh, and he is a very patient dog. I always fall for it.

I can’t be the first human who is this well trained by their dog, can I?

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