Friday, June 11, 2021

The third meal

 I put Brigit's dinner down before I went to the grocery.

I called upstairs, "Brigit, dinner" and then "I'm going to the store".

Bern heard the second call, but not the first.

She came down after our dog had eaten her dinner and was ready to go out.

But she thought Brigit wanted food and thought I hadn't fed her.

So she fed her again.

Brigit was glad to eat a third meal before her walk.

What a lucky dog she is.

We love her so.

But she doesn't need a third meal in a day!


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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.