It’s Christmas time at TBTB Dog Camp. We have a total of seventeen dogs in camp and feeding time is a wild circus of dancing, barking canines guaranteed to wake the neighbors at 7:30 AM.
As I make breakfast for the horde of dogs, I put the big guys on the deck while I dish up bowls - this keeps the chaos somewhat under control. I'm scooping up oatmeal at the sink and look out the dark window to see a pair of eyes staring at me. OMG! The jolt caused me to drop the spoonful of oats onto the counter and jump back. At the same time the realization hit me that it is canine eyes staring at me, and not human ones. It’s the eyes of the biggest chowhound of all, 40-West! Damn you 40, you scared the crap out of me!
He apparently jumped off the deck and climbed on a snow berm by the kitchen window to look and see what was taking me so long. I’m sure his job was to report back to the other dogs watching him from the fence. I burst out laughing and totally forgot the oatmeal. Instead it was banana nut pancakes for the 17 doggies at TBTB Dog Camp, and me. Hey, it's Christmas time and we deserve it! Especially with all that adrenalin flowing!