I'm such a bad mother!!!

Shoot, mine never eat til 7.  However, Luna will 'ask' at 5, 6 or any time.  It's apparent that in her former home "dinner" was at 5 and I'm not even home then!! 

 We joke that she can tell time like my father can.  He was from farm family stock and they ate **promptly** after milking in the morning, noon and 5:00 p.m.  He hasn't been "on the farm" in about 65 years, but he STILL adheres to that schedule (and so do you if you're visiting him!).  I always tell him Luna would LOVE living with them just because meals would be more to her "timing".  LOL

At least she whined tho LOL. Pirate just looks pathetic until I figure out what's the matter.

Geesh, Cherokee would be quite sorely disappointed if she expected to be fed at a certain time every day. Some days she gets fed breakfast at 7 am, some days noon, and some days, like today, not til 5:30 pm. She's not a complainer, and only asks to be fed once in a while (and it makes me feel sooo guilty when she does..). Sometimes I try to do it on a regular schedule, but I always fail miserably, so...

I'm with Chelsea on this one.  My dogs dont have a set time to eat.  Lillie gets feed 2 times a day.  She gets breakfast anywhere around 8-10 and supper anywhere around 7-8.  Cheyanne gets fed when the cat gets fed so that the cat at least has a chance to enjoy most of her meal.  She's a pig . And Kujo well she has free feed from 10 to 6.

Maze usually gets fed between 4 and 5pm so it wasn't that late but she looked so sad and feeble. I felt like a heel. Lol. She got cuddles under the blanket so I'm forgiven  

Bugsy gets fed at 3 if possible - breakfast is at 6-6:30 am and he usually gets some meat/veg scraps between 6 and 7 pm.  We discovered when he was a pup that 3 was the perfect feeding time, long story short but the dog is seriously hungry at that point.  If we can't,  we can't but that is when his metabolism needs its next dump

One time I was doing a presentation and DH forgot to feed him.  When I came home Bugsy went straight into the garage next to his food bins and was nudging them.  I shouted up to DH who said oops.  Apparently Bugs had been ringing his bell to go out (on the door to garage) and DH would let him out but Bugs would just stand in the garage.  DH said he was ready to kill him.  Once he realized that B was telling him you fool I'm starving here's the food!  he felt terrible.

Brownie and Cuddles eat whenever we get up and at 6 pm.

Possum eats when we get up, noon, and 6pm.

Baxter eats when we get up and 5pm.

 Life here is utter chaos when it comes to mealtimes.  the morning meal is not until after chores are done and how long that takes depends on what has to be done - could be done by 7:30 (most days), could be nearly 11:00 (as often happens during lambing).  Dinner happens when we are done with our dinner, and the kids are in bed, and I've had a moment to breathe.  I distribute raw meaty bones and then we watch whatever video or do whatever studying we are doing for the night.  The important thing is that the food does get distributed!   

Neither Gus nor Coltrane would ever, ever let us forget to feed.  Trane has his "HELLO!  FOOD NOW!" bark (argh, Aussies . . . . ) and  Gus has this big melodrama a la Disney dog that he goes through.

Gus:  Groan.

Me: What now? 

Gus:  Starving!

Me:  Yeah, okay, remember the food you ate six hours ago?

Gus: Starving!

Me:  I am ignoring you.

Gus:  Look at me, all skin and bones - look how flat I can get on this floor.

Me:  Uh, huh.  Don't look now, your fat is jiggling when you moan.

Gus:  That's not fat, that's bloating from starvation.

Me:  Look, just let me finish this . . .

Gus:  STARVING!!!!! 

Exhibit A: We are terrible abusive parents.  His daddy would not let Gus share this sausage gravy biscuit:

Oh, the horror!  Daddy ate it instead!  All of it!

 LOL, I just switched jobs, so Emma has an actual schedule for the first time in her life. She's being fed at 7, 1, and 7. I don't think she's figured out, yet, that it's on a schedule, so she doesn't complain if I miss something. She does, however, complain if I stay up too late.

Let's see, the queen likes her brunch served around 12-1--any earlier and I'm just wasting my time. The queen is not a morning dog.  DH offers her a snack after he walks her whenever she lets him know it's time (7pm or so) and she might consider eating it if she's in the mood and he makes enough of a game out of it.  And, then a late night dinner when I get home from work around 10:30.  And, she won't touch a bite until she's been out before either meal.  And, the food has to be arranged just so, in the right bowl and it has to be in the spot she wants to eat in.  And, the doors have to be closed so she can't see outside on the deck or she won't eat.  And, the water needs to be taken up until she's done or she will just go drink and not eat at all. Oh, and she has to be completely naked because if any type of jingling against the bowl happens forget it. 

LMAO!! I love that story of Gus. Sounds like Maze when I don't share the Pizza Pops.

 I don't feel as bad now since I'm not the only one with a melodramatic dog living with them