It's been an eventful couple of mornings when it comes to feeding Lucy her breakfast. Tuesday I scooped out some food for her, and then realized that she didn't have any water in her bowl. So I picked up her dish to pour in the food and then fill the water side from the sink. But as I was pouring in the food, a mouse came skittering out of the cup and onto my hand! I of course had the only sensible reaction - I threw everything down to the floor and screamed like a little girl. The mouse was pretty scared, too, and just kind of laid there for a minute before he started running and found a crack between the dishwasher and the oven to run into. Poor Lucy didn't know what to do. She hadn't done any tricks for her breakfast yet, but I was just standing there screaming and screaming, so eventually she decided that she could probably just eat the food off the floor.
Yesterday I wasn't taking any chances, so I made Adam get a scoop of dog food for me before he left for work. So we were mouse free and uneventful through the tricks and pouring of the food. Now, usually I wait until I put Abby down for a nap before I feed Lucy, but we were going over to Molly's for the morning so I fed Lucy early to make sure that she had a little bit of time out before she had to spend a few more hours locked up. This was apparently a mistake. Abby loves to play with Lucy's dish, and she thought that eating the food out of it would be a double bonus. Shockingly enough, dog food is not very gentle on a little girl tummy, so it made her throw up. All over herself. Which then looked like good food to maybe try to eat again. She wasn't too happy with me when I tried to dig out what was left in her mouth and wipe up her face and hands. And poor Lucy missed out on half of her breakfast. Again.
