have a puddle surrounding it and giant, soggy pieces of kibble floating in it. but no worries, if that's not fresh enough, you find your way to the "watering bowl" (as you like to think of it) where i always manage to sit down on a combination of cold toilet water and foamy dog spit splattered all over the toilet seat.
sometimes i think to myself: there must be a better roommate for me. one that feeds themselves, has a job and smells a little better when they get out of the shower. but then i think of just how short our time together really is. one day, you won't be 