7...is the evil number

Out of nowhere, we own 7 dogs now. All ranging from petite Shit-zhu to grand daddy German Shephard. I'm lucky that i'm pregnant that i dont deal directly with any of them in regards of food and play time. Dogs are weird kind of beings that sometimes you can just be so shocked and amazed and cry in awe of their behaviour.

You see, my bedroom is somewhere near the shelters where we keep the bigger dogs in. Out of the 3 huge dogs, two of them literally play with their eating bowls once they finish their food in the evenings. The klonking and clinking noise could happen anytime after 8pm before 8am. It is utterly annoying when all of the sudden your sweet dreams are shakened by a loud thump from the dropping STAINLESS STEEL BOWL onto cement floor. Then the game could go on for hours...



What the dogs did was flipping the bowls upside down so they would sit on the floor and they would just self entertain themselves moving and pushing the bowls around with their "hands". Then the German shephard dog would bite the end of the bowl and flip it into the air and they just glee with happiness when the bowls made noises. Until they accidentally push the bowls into their neighbour's area, which this third dog doesn't enjoy anything like that thank goodness!, then they would stop.

Unless they could literally speak dog's language for the dog to return them the bowls, i wondered to myself.