We all have more than one name. Think about it. How many names do you have? Mom, Honey, Babe, Aunt, Granny, Mrs., and sometimes, “Hey, you!”

I have another name too. All the animals know it well. Know what it is?

FOOD!

Oh, it is sweet to think when our animals look at me, whinny, moo or follow me it is because they love me so. But it is not. Truth is, they are

HUNGRY!

Yes, in their world, my name is Food.

My husband says I am not happy unless I am feeding something. Guess he is right.

They also have the mistaken notion that every time I come around them I owe them a treat. I do admit these animals are a bit spoiled. Most especially our horses. They are all seniors. In my mind they have earned their semi-retirement. Their treats are their ‘retirement pay.’

But, good grief, must they stare at me with such begging faces? Tell me, could you tell these faces no to an iddy-biddy treat?

Tell me, how can these faces be turned down for treats?