T00tsyd
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I thought Syd and I had reached an understanding! I thought there was a mutual respect coupled with some love and friendship and blossoming bond. There is no fool like an old fool!
Yesterday it started to dawn on me that I am being played! My day starts as he starts to call. I dutifully pad in my dressing gown to his room and collect him to start his day and he prettily says 'Good morning' about a hundred times, while I prep his breakfast. He couldn't be sweeter.
Yesterday I realised that I have slowly been manipulated to include his best food loves, bell peppers, peas a little radish with his very healthy chop which he spreads about his dish to make it look as if he has eaten some. By teatime I realised I had been duped - he didn't get his fruit.
He looked at me with the evil eye I remember from the days when he wanted only seeds and food went in all directions except his crop, as chop hit the wall. We eyed each other in the same way that I seem to remember my toddlers doing many years ago and that moment arrived that every good mother will recognise.
This morning he has chop and a minimal amount of carrot, cucumber and radish. He has visited the bowl a couple of time so far and given me the evil eye once more. He has moved the chop around the dish, but as yet I'm not convinced. Pellets and anything else are on hold until he makes a dent in that chop - and I am going to win! Update - He has decided to break a toy instead. Situation - ongoing!
Yesterday it started to dawn on me that I am being played! My day starts as he starts to call. I dutifully pad in my dressing gown to his room and collect him to start his day and he prettily says 'Good morning' about a hundred times, while I prep his breakfast. He couldn't be sweeter.
Yesterday I realised that I have slowly been manipulated to include his best food loves, bell peppers, peas a little radish with his very healthy chop which he spreads about his dish to make it look as if he has eaten some. By teatime I realised I had been duped - he didn't get his fruit.
He looked at me with the evil eye I remember from the days when he wanted only seeds and food went in all directions except his crop, as chop hit the wall. We eyed each other in the same way that I seem to remember my toddlers doing many years ago and that moment arrived that every good mother will recognise.
This morning he has chop and a minimal amount of carrot, cucumber and radish. He has visited the bowl a couple of time so far and given me the evil eye once more. He has moved the chop around the dish, but as yet I'm not convinced. Pellets and anything else are on hold until he makes a dent in that chop - and I am going to win! Update - He has decided to break a toy instead. Situation - ongoing!