There’s a daily ritual in my house that I approach with both love and bleary eyes: feeding my trio of dogs. Now, I’m no Michelin-starred chef, but to my furry companions, I may as well be. Each one of them has their own specific culinary preferences, and I, in my half-asleep state, have somehow mastered the art of making three custom doggy dinners. Call it Canine Cuisine a la PsychologistMimi.
First up, we’ve got the big one—my Portuguese Water Dog, the culinary connoisseur who likes a bit of everything in his bowl. It’s like he’s ordering a Hawaiian mix plate: “I’ll have some kibble, a sprinkle of wet food, a side of chicken, and don’t forget the greens!” He likes his meal to be a symphony of flavors. His bowl is basically a buffet. He’s the type that goes to a potluck and samples everything, twice. And there I am, mixing it all together like I’m preparing the dog version of a Hawaiian luau at 6 a.m., bleary-eyed but filled with love.
Next, there’s the daschund—the little guy, but don’t let his size fool you, he’s got gourmet tastes. His food prep? It’s like adding sprinkles on an ice cream cone. He prefers his food to have that extra oomph—a little something special on top. Toppings are everything to him. A dash of savory crumbs here, a sliver of turkey there. He’s a minimalist, but a high-maintenance one at that. He wants that final flourish, a touch of magic that says, “Yes, human, you get me.” And honestly, who am I to deny such a sophisticated request?
Finally, we have my middle one—the mixed-breed dog with a side of inspector vibes. He won’t eat unless he can see me making his plate. I swear he watches like I’m on an episode of Chopped. His eyes follow every move I make, ensuring I get the portions just right, and his food better be turned into a perfect little stew. I don’t know why this ritual exists, but it does. Maybe he’s just making sure I’m not sneaking in broccoli. Either way, he has to supervise, and I have to deliver. Every. Single. Morning.
So there I am, at the crack of dawn, in my PJs, performing this culinary ballet for my three very particular eaters. Each bowl is crafted with care, love, and just the right amount of indulgence. My dogs have no idea how spoiled they are, but honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, isn’t that what love is? Meeting the needs of those you care about, even if it means turning into a sleepy short-order cook every morning.
Because here’s the thing: I may be tired, but when those tails wag, when they eagerly dive into their personalized dishes, I know it’s all worth it. Their happiness is palpable, their trust in me unwavering. And really, isn’t that the best reward of all?
Categories: family, food, identity, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Absolutely! Though to be fair I do only cook for other humans.
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Haha. I seem to only cook for dogs
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Oh Dear Lord Dear Miriam How Precious Love
is In Fur or Human Mammalian Baldness Real
Yes Dear Miriam How Wonderful a
Communion of Love in Feeding
Two Different
Species With
Warmth of
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Makes Life Worth Living iNDeeD
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Feed Humans True
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I lost my best friend last year. Getting a new one in a couple of weeks and i can hardly wait to feed him, cuddle him, take him to all the best sniffing spots. 🙂
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Oh sorry to hear about your loss. Happy to hear you’re getting a new furball! Enjoy the walks and cuddles
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