[Rose in RoseBear]

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After my father died, my mother had five dogs, three of them Lab-Shepherd-border collie mixes who had the Lab-Shepherd size, one a Husky mix, and one a border collie mix. My mother was about 5-foot-3 and small-framed ... the four largest dogs were at least as heavy as she, if not heavier.

These dogs ate three times a day. They had boiled chicken and cooked rice every morning --- she would boil the chicken necks and pick the meat off the bone. They had bran cereal for a snack in the afternoons, and dog food in the evenings. They got ice in their water cans on hot days, and every week they got boiled neckbones to chew.

Every night, after they had their dog food, my mother would get the box of Nilla Wafers. She would shake the box, and all five would gather at the back door, prancing eagerly in place. She would stand inside the screen door for a few moments, talking to them in baby talk, and then step out and toss each dog a cookie. They would catch the cookies in mid-air, snap!

Sometimes, she would hand them a cookie. They would take it from her hand, very carefully, and then go back on alert, looking for more.

I think I'll put the Nilla Wafers in Speak To My Soul.

Thanks again, Ramius!

[Ramius]

:-)

I live to serve. :-)

[HairOfTheDog]

I think I'll put the Nilla Wafers in Speak To My Soul.

And a lady with some dang happy dogs :~D

[SuziQ]

So you had a Mama who spoiled doggies? My Daddy did that with our dachshund, Susie. He fixed that dog scrambled eggs every morning when he made his own breakfast. She had the purtiest coat of any dog I knew!

My sister spoiled her dog rotten, too. Her husband always said that when he died he wanted to come back as her dog!