It was time.
Time for a raised feeder. A tall boy needs a tall feeder. I’m not a huge gulper, nor do I eat super quickly, so that wasn’t the impetus to purchase this fine feeder. No, it was just that I looked like a giraffe trying to eat Skittles whenever I would have to bend all of the way down to the floor to eat. And that’s not a good look.
I enjoy my new feeder. Much comfier. Still giraffe, less Skittles.