Oh, the Elsie squirt. She keeps us on our toes.On Sunday, sweet little Elsie girl discovered how to push the lid off the food bin. Not her food bin (the one filled with puppy food) mind you; the boys' food bin (Ridge and Baxter's adult food).
By the time we realized what she'd done, she'd eaten so much she looked like a Pot-Bellied Pig. Her gluttony occurred a mere five minutes after she'd eaten her dinner (nearly three cups of puppy food). I can't believe she was still hungry; he was just having fun.
What began as sheer ecstasy (unlimited food), however, became a thoroughly unpleasant experience. She looked miserable: bloated belly, wide-leg stance, lethargic movement, and a confused look in her eye. She even waddled.
Poor Elsie She took what, in moderation, would normally be healthful and made herself sick with it. I guess her little misadventure proves a point: it is possible to have too much of a good thing.
Well in this case, time healed all things. By dinnertime yesterday (24 hours later) her belly was back to its normal sveltness, and she was energetic and happy again.
I have to wonder, though: what are the healthful things of my life on which I'd be tempted to gorge? Hmmmm. Good question.
Blogging, perhaps? Naaaaaaaah. :o)
'Til next time,
Joan
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