Flippin' Ferg

Before Lila joined this family we NEVER fed Ferg anything other than dog food or the occasional snack when she did something outstanding... like sit.

Then, Lila was born and we were merely existing in a sleep-deprived, catatonic state struggling with taking care of the newborn, let alone ourselves and, well... Ferg.

Hence Ferg's current propensity for scrambled eggs.

We started feeding Ferg table scraps (good for her stuff!) after The Cupcake was born because, well... we felt guilty. And, nothing quells guilt better than food.

So, yesterday morning I gave Ferg some of our leftover scrambled eggs. Note, they had red pepper, green pepper, onion, sausage and tomato in them. On a good morning, I normally pick out (yes, I do) EVERYTHING but the sausage and eggs and give them to Ferg.

This particular morning I just didn't feel like it. She's a dog, right? EAT it. Beggars can't be choosers.

Actually, they can.

Ferg showed me yet again that she doesn't like green peppers, red peppers, tomatoes or onions.

Flippin' Ferg.

Yes, that would be the Ferginator proudly standing amongst her discarded vegetables.

Ferg, if you had hands, I'd make you clean up your mess.
I totally love picking up soggy, wet, unwanted dog veggies.

She's smiling.
"I hate vegetables. Duh."

That Ferg.

(That Ferg needs a haircut. I know.)