As I mentioned in a previous post, Kersey really missed Brett last weekend.
And then there was the minor issue of me forgetting to feed her. It was Saturday evening, and I was busy feeding the horses, and cleaning the stalls. I topped of the horses' water, closed up the barn and headed back to the house. I was wet and cold and thinking about a nice hot shower.
I wasn't thinking about Kersey. Normally, Brett feeds her (I can blame him, right?) and I just got into my normal groove and forgot all about her. When I got to the porch, I took off my rubber rain boots, slipped on my clogs and turned to go inside. Kersey, was sitting in front of the closed barn doors, looking forlorn.
I called her. "C'mon," I said, "its time to go inside and get warm." She didn't budge. I called again. And then it hit me. She was still waiting for dinner. ...she gets dinner first, before the horses, so she can do her business afterwards, while we are doing everything else.
I clomped out to the barn in my clogs and fed her. She thumped her tail and wolfed her dinner. The nice thing about labs is that they finish their dinner in under a minute. And, they don't hold a grudge. If someone forgot to feed me, I would be pretty pissy. Not Kersey. Maybe there's a lesson there.