I guess one of the ways that The Girl is “taking charge” of me is to starve me out. I usually have a full bowl of food to graze on all day but as of yesterday, she took the bowl away in the morning and I didn’t get to eat until last night. By the time The Girl got home in the evening, I was feelin’ the rumbly in my tumbly. She made me sit, lie down, shake, creep, and stay for liver treats and my own kibble. She even went as far as making me balance kibble on my frickin’ paws. I felt like a circus monkey and it killed me. *sigh* This blows.