I’m currently living in a white family’s house here in the UK. They have a dog, which I bonded with immediately after I started staying with them. However, something happened this weekend that got me in a mixed-feeling zone. I took my time to make egusi soup with drumsticks, stockfish, and dried fish. I had them dished out into four takeaways and was already cooking stew when they suggested we go out. I should have covered the plates tightly before going, but I was in a hurry, plus I needed them to be totally cold when I got back so I could put them in the fridge. I returned and saw only one plate!
This dog ate three plates, cleared off everything to the point that I was doubting and double-checking myself if I had dished out only one plate. Kai! It was funny at that moment, but now that I’m in bed, I feel sad about it— that I washed my hands and made soup for a dog! She even came later to gulp down water from her plate as if she had just finished her night food. E no go better for B! At least she was kind enough to leave one plate for me. I guess she got filled up 🥹.
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