I admit it’s a tad redundant to write an article with such a title, since the whole premise of the blog is just that – it’s all about Lewis.  In fact, I wonder sometimes if this situation has devolved to the point that the title should be “Everything is about Lewis.”

This devolution, if you will, occurred to me one morning during breakfast.  Nothing really new there.  As Lewis is so inclined in the mornings, he likes to lounge about on the deck, directing traffic through his part of the world.  He jumps to his feet at the sight of a stray bird, but something larger, like a family of deer, gets a full-fledged growl and an over-the-top barking jag.  But….walk past the back door with a plate in your hand, and he abandons his post and takes up the “food watch.”  Lying at your feet, he waits patiently for his share.  And that’s when it occurred to me.  The devolution.  He has lured us into his grand plan.  To reward his quiet patience, we start to make him his own eggs, his own waffle… his own.  Let that phrase sink in – his own.  Not scraps, not leftovers, his own meal on his own plate.

I admit to this pet owner no-no, but I offer in my defense that this only happens at breakfast.  For dinner he gets his own food.  But in the spirit of full disclosure, it is warmed in the microwave.  Why?  Because he likes it that way!  After all, it is all about Lewis.

I should feel guilty/silly/weak-willed (take your pick) about such concessions to his highness, but then I remember all of the pet stories on social media. Guess what.  Crazy pet owners abound!   For instance:

• Owners (that term should really be changed to “the owned”) who make sure their dogs have a comfortable place and bed right in front of the fireplace.
• The strangest thing I’ve ever seen are actual beds, miniature four-poster beds for the family dog.
• Then there were the folks who bought a $1000 door with a built-in pet door, because the existing door would not adapt to an add-on.
• My personal favorite – the family dog who gets her own bowl of Frosted Flakes before bedtime each night.

We won’t even begin to talk about the cat owners who dress up their felines to look like everything from an automobile to George Washington.

In light of such, what is a scrambled egg here and there?  Ok, it’s more than an egg here and there.  It’s a full coat brush out every morning.  It’s a hike through the woods to find him just the right size stick to gnaw.  It’s a constant hand on his back as he lies down by your chair, otherwise, he sits up and gives you that St. Bernard look.

And that look is what leads to Frosted Flakes, perfect sticks, and all the rest, because…it really is all about Lewis.