Double Dog Dinner

It finally happened.

We aren’t a scheduling sort of family.

We are a helping sort of family.

The dogs are fed dinner between 5-6. It is not anyone’s particular assigned duty.

You see where this is going.

Here's how it happened:

We aren’t a scheduling sort of family.

We have different jobs, activities, and lifestyles. There is no set time for meals or family check-ins. We don’t routinely gather at a certain place or time of day to spend time together.

No, we don’t eat meals together and we don’t even eat the same thing. (I know, I know – you do your family your way. This is our way.)

We are a helping sort of family.

If someone sees a task that needs to be done -- taking the trash out for example -- they do it. I believe that in a family, everyone shares the work. Obviously in a previous life, I was a herding dog.

I have worked hard to make this happen. Since my children were toddlers they were expected to help. As toddlers, their “help” often created more work, but I was investing for the future.

After grocery shopping, everyone carried a bag into the house. Usually, I had to rearrange the bag contents, overloading the adult-carried bags to make lighter child-carried bags. But everyone helped.

Caution! Three year-olds are enthusiastic helpers, but the eggs might not make it into the house intact. It happens. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So double dog dinner was inevitable.

I fed the dogs their dinner.

I made my dinner: scrambled eggs on toast. I had some leftover, so the dogs got a little bonus treat.

Then I went about my evening tasks.

Sandy

Arya	My son and granddaughter came home. He made her dinner: steak. While it cooked, he fed the dogs. Naturally, the granddaughter didn’t finish her steak. So you guessed it, the dogs get a little extra after dinner treat.