Kiya's hypothalamus

It is past dinner time and I have yet to be fed. I have been grumpy the entire day because I was given less than my usual amount of raw, frozen meaty bones last night. Why, I don't know, but it seems that Person D thinks it is better to give me varying amount of food daily. I wouldn't quite mind if she had varied feeding me between 1kg to 1.5kg of food instead of 300g to 800g. Maybe she wants me to look like anorexic Louie, that stupid dog! He can eat all he wants and still looks like an emaciated pile of bones. Disgusting.

I start this 'blog'.. because Person D reckons my birthday is on 15th September, the same as Person S. The 15th of this month would mark my 35th birthday - or in person terms, 5th birthday. I am officially middle-age. Rottweilers are considered lucky if they can live to 10 years old. 8 is the average. I am just lucky I was rescued, saved, and now have a family I can love.