Ok, Someone must be playing a joke on me. My dad just made this stand for me for Christmas. That was only a little more than a month ago. When I first got it I could just barely reach my head enough to get it in the dish. The dish and the water bowl were about even with my head and almost too high to eat or drink comfortably.
I remeber him saying, ” this looks like it will last a while. I built it high enough to last untill you are all grown up”. ” I may not have to build another”. “It is a foot and a half off the ground”…”hmmm, Maybe I built it too high?”
………..Uh, NO! Now I have to bow my back and reach down to eat and drink! I think maybe someone is playing a practicle joke and cutting the legs off when I am not looking. I don’t think my dad wants to build another. My food keeps getting farther and farther away from my mouth.
I feel like Giliver in Gulivers Travels.
I feel like the big kid who still has to eat at the “kids table”.
They say the world is shrinking, I guess it is true.
Life Lesson: There is no shame in stooping low in order to eat a good meal.