I slept in today, so I carried my bagel out with me to the barn instead of eating it in the house.
Eating a bagel without sharing did not meet with the approval of Miss Angel.
“Gimme! I want that!”
I offered her a small bite torn off of my bagel, but she quickly determined that it wasn’t crunchy, made a face, and spit it out.
Eating a bagel and offering a bite to Angel did not meet with the approval of Miss Mira.
“MINE! Not Angel’s! I want that!”
Mira also got a small bite of bagel, which she also made a face at and spit out because it wasn’t crunchy…
… and then she and Angel both came back and demanded again that I share my bagel. Which they’d already tried. And spit out. Kids…
I wasn’t willing to give up any more of my bagel if they weren’t going to eat it, so I finished it myself by the time I got to the yard gate.
Echo was very Betrayed and Disappointed that I ate the whole thing and didn’t share my bagel with him. I can’t stand his Betrayed and Disappointed face. It’s just so sad.
“You didn’t give me any bagel! I don’t understand, I love bagels! I’ve never had one, but I know I’d love them! And you didn’t share with me! I just don’t understand why you would do that…”
So I sat on the grass and petted his ears and held his paw for a while, until he got over his slump. Echo loves having his paws held. (As long as you’re not trying to trim his toenails. Toenail trimming is mean and results in the Betrayed and Disappointed face.)
“Well, since you held my paw I suppose I forgive you.”
Normally I think Watcher would have also been upset about the lack of bagel-sharing, but he was busy being the official Farm Alarm and yelling at a deer that dared to pass by our field, so he didn’t notice that I was eating.
“Did you see that deer run? I sure told HIM off! Let’s play ball!”
I threw his ball twice, then that got boring and he decided to play fight with Echo. About seventy-five percent of the time play fighting with Echo involves Watcher spinning in mad circles snarling and snapping while Echo just stands there half-heartedly sniping at Watcher when he gets too close.
The other twenty-five percent of the time Echo usually wins. Echo is over fifteen pounds heavier than Watcher. Watcher is lucky he’s usually laid back and lazy.
“Do I have to?”
And off we all went back to the house, Watcher spinning along in front of us, and Echo sort of half chasing him.
“Ah-ha! I knew I could get you to play!”
“This game is too much work! Why can’t I just stay in the house and eat bagels?”
Poor Watcher. He works (and plays) so hard, and nobody has enough energy to keep up. If anybody around here needs the extra carbs of a bagel it’s him.