
Being the sissy that he is he has to have a special diet. He eats a high-quality dry dog food that we buy from the pet store (whose name I will not mention unless they want to pay for an endorsement).
It is
Okay, I lied.
I don't wait until we finesh eating. I settle in my chair comfortably, take two bites from my delicious homecooked dinner and then, as if my head were a marionette and my dog controlled the string, my attention is drawn to
The stern command of the owner-trainer rings in my memory, 'always finish your dinner before you feed the dog. It will make him respect you.'
But, but....I am powerless over that look!
'Oh alright!' I say. Perry rolls his eyes.
In an attempt to win back some of the respect I am loosing I order
'Okay!' I tell him.
He pauses for a moment (it's a pride thing, he never wants to seem too eager). He carefully eats two bites.
Then - and this is the weird part - he picks up one kibble and places it on the floor next to him.
Then - in perfect standard poodle fashion - he lays down, curls one foot under and - with great civility - he eats the rest of his dinner.
"What is up with that one kibble deposited on the floor?" I ask Perry.
"I don't know," he says, "but he does it every time."
I fall for that 'look' too, don't feel bad! :]
ReplyDeleteMaybe he's offering you a bite of his food. Very decent of him, I think. Sneaky D. Catt, is fond of sitting in a chair, at the table, waiting for his place setting and becomes quite indignant when reminded that his place is not at the table. But then he never offers me any of his high-dollar food I schlep to the Vet for or any of his cat-treats that smell like a tuna's ass.
ReplyDeleteNot that I'm complaining, I'm just saying...