When a Cup is Not a Cup

Hello! Zoey here! Momma is not! She is with Nanny on this beautiful sunny day. Daddy isn’t home either, so I’m enjoying some quiet time. 

Yesterday Mommy and Daddy took us to see Dr. McNaughton for our annual checkup. We were both very good! We each had to have two shots and blood drawn. Dakota tooted, because he was scared, and he smelled the whole ride home. 

Daddy asked about how much food we should eat. Dakota is 109 pounds having gained 9 from last year, and I gained 6 to bring me to 69 pounds!

Mommy explained that she gives us one cup of food in the morning and one cup at night. When Dr. McNaughton asked how much it was, my mom said, “1 cup.”


This is the cup Mommy uses and yes it is a cup. But the question asked was is it really a cup?  Well we know it’s a cup, because you can drink out of it, but is it 8 oz or 1 cup  as a measurement?

That was the question of the day! Now let me tell you something about my Mommy. She is a talented writer and editor. She loves to read and digs history. If there is a typo on an ad, on a menu, on a sign on the highway, she will find it!

However…my Mommy is not very, how shall we say, good at math and measuring. She tries and she does well with basic math and balancing the checkbook. Man! I could write a book listening to her and Daddy’s conversations about running the finances. Yup. You got it. Mommy does it!  Luckily a lot of the time when she screws up, it’s in their favor. Except when she lost that envelope of money.  Yet again I digress!

Anyhoo! Mommy came home, scooped up a cup (ha ha) of food and measured it. And it was–2cups! 

Lucky us! We have been eating twice the amount than we should be eating! Dakota can probably have 1 1/2 cups, but I’m petite, and if that food is there, I don’t have any control!

So now Mommy is slowly weaning us down to a smaller amount. I helped her by drawing a line on the cup. 


Hey, we all have our strengths!

Zoey out!

Holy Poop Batman!

Hi! I’m sending this out as I watch my momma pick up pounds of dog doo in the backyard. She’s looking like she’s ready to go off the deep end. 

I’m hearing phrases like who poops this much and what did you eat and can’t she poop in a pile and not like Hansel and Gretel leaving a trail?

Really Momma! Who would follow that trail? Well maybe Dakota. He loves his poopsicles. But they have to be frozen solid. He doesn’t like the pudding cups that are currently sloshing around in the melting snow. 

You don’t want to get too close!


Uh Oh. Now Mommy has moved up to a bigger bag. The other one exploded and poop is all over the driveway!  No one tell my daddy!

Mommy is screaming at Dakota because he wants a taste!

Now Mommy is gagging while pouring water over it. 


Do you think my Daddy will notice? Probably not. As long as we all keep our secret!

Looks like she done. Man that bag looks heavy. At least 40 pounds. That’s a lot of biscuits and meals!

Just shows how much Mommy loves Daddy by making sure the poop is picked up before the snowfall. Hmmm. Just in time for Valentine’s Day. She’s as sneaky as I am!

Hopefully she’ll recover by then!

Zoey out!!