We got back from our walk this morning, and I said "Harry! Come and get breakfast!"
But there was a problem. His bowl was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen. It was not in the hall. Not even outside. Harry was starting to take on a hang dog look.
Then I had an idea and looked in the dish washer. Life is full of suprises. That is probably the first time it has been there for a wash. So Harry got his breakfast this morning in an ultra clean bowl.
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Bone appetite, Harry!!
That is a very large bowl for such a small dog....
Look forward to seeing the bowl Tomorrow!
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