the little big things...

Why is it...there are little big things that I can't seem to remember...

...like feeding Stanley. It wasn't enough to force me to start remembering when a few weeks ago I mistakenly ran out of dog food which forced them on a strict carrot diet for a day and a half. Instead I forgot to fill the bowl this time and Stanley's rumbling stomach kept us up all night...although instead of thinking hunger pains I thought he must be getting sick and kept getting up to take him outside...it wasn't until hubby suggested {in his half slumber} maybe he's hungry that a sinking feeling hit and I then found myself sitting on the kitchen floor at 4:30am with Stanley munching food like he's never tasted it before. Please don't call pet protective services...I bathe him {weekly}, get his nails clipped {and accompany him to the back so he won't be scared}, take him on walks, let him have half my chair all day while I work {he sits behind me now}, and keep him warm with proper clothing {see below}, but for.whatever.reason I can't seem to remember to feed the yorkie boy! {This has never been a problem with Wilson because he demand his food.}

My mom suggested the above solution {out of hope it would work and she doesn't have to become the foster parent} and so I'm trying it...so...please...don't ask why this is on my fridge if you are over at my house...lets just call this the only time we must discuss this little big thing. and I'll get better. honest I will.