Things went Croc’s way for once this morning. For once I slept later than Bud, I normally feed and water the dogs first thing in the morning. It’s written in stone for Croc. I picked up Croc’s dish, filled it and put it in front of him. He gobbled his food, like always, looking at me plaintively like Oliver Twist. “Please Ma’am? Can I have some more?” He got no more.

jLittle dog turned his nose up at his breakfast, like he usually does. When given the word, Croc gobbled it, too.

just then, Bud walked in the living room. “I fed Croc.” He told me.

”Oh no! I did, too!. He was begging when I came through.”