My role as #JournoDog is about sniffing all the sniffs and digging up the scoops (of food), and smackin my paws on the pavement in search of a juicy story as good as chmkn.
But there are times I must vent. Like now. Chew toys not gonna cut it. JournoDog has somethin’ to say.
The water bowl is a cruel and baffling object. It sits there, an open invitation to glorious, refreshing gulps.
But every time I drink, the bottom of the bowl suddenly becomes visible, and the water level drops!
Happens even faster after I’ve been OUTSIDE or had zoomies around house, and need all the gulps.
Why does it do that? It’s a constant taunt!
To make matters worse, Dad or Ma comes over and fills it to the very brim, making a huge splash. And I’m told to “Wait!”… a painful 4 seconds for the ripples to stop before I can drink again.
And when I try to drink all the gulps, they yell at me to stop before the Water Bowl drains too quickly.
It is a cycle of bounty and betrayal.
I propose a new system: water delivered directly via a slow, constant drip from the Big Metal Snake (The “Sink Faucet”).
Not too sure how I’d get up to that level, but maybe Dad would build me some doggy steps or a doggo-actor to rise me up.
Too much emotional labor to deal with when so thirsty all the time.
Don’t even get me started on the Great Water Bowl of the Sun. That’s just mental torture.
#JournoDog out.
As always, remember: Love your pets. Support local journalism. Believe in facts and trust credible sources. Drink healthy water to stay Hi-drated. And try to smile and find a little happiness for your heart every day.
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