Little Filthy attitude.
Little Filthy and I had a quiet dinner at home tonight. We almost had an argument. I grabbed a sandwich and an apple and set them down on the coffee table so I could get the monster his grub.
Roughly three months ago, Little Filthy ceased his normal habit of eating his food at breakneck speed. In fact, he began to look at his food and then up at me, expressing his disappointment through his very hesitancy to empty the contents of his food bowl into his stomach – stat. This prompted me to try a few different foods, even mixing them to see if he simply preferred something different. Finally, I noted that if I put a bit of warm water on his food, he’d eat with the previous gusto to which I had become accustomed. I’ve been doing this for the past couple of months.
Tonight, just out of curiosity, I left his food dry. He walked over and looked in his bowl and then looked up at me. Back at his bowl. Back at me. And with his eyes, he emoted, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
I sighed, got up, picked up his bowl and brought it over to the sink. I pretended to put water in it. Then I put it back down for him.
Let me pause here for a moment. I don’t know why I pretended to put water in his food. It’s one of those dumb things you do because the idea strikes you and you go with it just to see. In fact, many things I’ve done in life later required an explanation that began with, “I just wanted to see what would happen if I…”
Bowl down, me back at my plate. Little Filthy staring in disbelief. Glaring in disbelief.
I got up, put some warm water over his food, put it down, and turned around just in time to see him with his front paws up on the coffee table, delicately pulling the cheese off of my sandwich. I yelled, “HEY!” but it was too late. Cheese gone. Sandwich tainted. He trotted over, ate his food and then came over and sat down at my feet. I guess he’d forgiven me.
Behold. The power of cheese.
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
March 9th, 2008 at 2:31 am
Cheese is a very, very strong force. I had made that cauliflower-cheese-pasta dish a couple of days ago, and this morning I had been eating some leftovers in a tupperware. I left the dish on my end table before I left for the afternoon. Usually, this is not that big of a deal; when I’m in a hurry during the week, I often leave my empty cereal bowl on my end table and it remains untouched by the time I get home.
Except today, when there was bits of cheese in the dish. I got home and noticed that there was a fork behind the couch. Odd. I peeked further behind the couch and found the dish from earlier, licked spotless. If my life were a cartoon, the tupperware would have made a “ping!” sound.
Cheese drives dogs insane. I’m sure whatever cheese you had on your sandwich tasted much better than dog-food gravy. (On another random note, do you remember that dog food that was made for soaking in water? it was called Gravy Train. Shudder.)
March 9th, 2008 at 2:46 am
I can only hope to harness the power of cheese to do good and not work evil.
Sid was all over that dish. Mmmmm, cauliflower-cheese-pastalicious.
I do remember gravy train! ACK. My monster eats Blue Buffalo dog food.
March 9th, 2008 at 8:29 am
Our dogs are not so picky, but Kala (the pug and the smallest of the trio) is just absolutely a nut when it comes to food. She eats so fast and furious that she does a Tokyo drift running from the couch to her food bowl at meal time. Her little body smacks on the chairs, tables, walls, as her feet are a blurred whirlwind of activity… not too different from a cartoon.
She wouldn’t know if she was in fact chomping down on cardboard or an oreo. It doesn’t matter to her.
In fact two of our dogs act like each meal will be their last. I have no idea where this comes from. They’ve never missed a meal. They always get food on time every time, but yet they act like this one… this one meal… was both their first and potentially their final supper.
I don’t get it. That being said… they lurve cheese
March 9th, 2008 at 9:50 am
I saw that video of Kala about ready to drop her blob, she was so excited about eating. Loved the Toyko Drift comment. heh.
March 9th, 2008 at 10:23 am
We were hosting Thanksgiving for the family one year, and everyone was gathered in front of the family room tv while the women-folk were cooking. My cousin comes up behind me, taps me on the shoulder and hands me a cheese ball that had been sitting on the coffee table. I look at it and it has one big bite right out of the top! He said that Bailey walked right by the table, took a bite out of the top and kept right on going like nothing had happened.
She’s usually a bit more sneaky than that, but she couldn’t resist the power of the cheese ball.
March 9th, 2008 at 11:06 am
Your dog knew to play it cool and act casual and just snatch a bite of cheese while walking by. Nice. I think our dogs are getting too smart.
March 10th, 2008 at 9:53 pm
Okay, this made me laugh:
“Little Filthy staring in disbelief. Glaring in disbelief.”
I have a pet so I totally understand. With that, I will now leave your blog, having been cheered up from the first post of yours I read.
Bye bye for now.