Random Esquire

Little Filthy has tried corn.  And peanut butter.  Today, he tried watermelon.

A sniff.

Give it to me, please.

Looks promising.

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I almost accidentally killed Little Filthy yesterday.  Here’s the thing:  After Little Filthy eats, he drinks an entire bowl of water.  He eats all his food, drinks, then licks the food bowl repeatedly, then drinks some more, then licks the food bowl again – back and forth until every last bit is gone.  Then he uses the bathroom repeatedly.  This is normal for him.

The other day, I noticed a full water bowl despite the fact that he’d just eaten.  It was the same way the next morning and he didn’t drink much in between.  I started to put more water into his food.  But then I had this brilliant idea of dropping some small treats into his water bowl.  I dropped in a few.  They floated around on the surface and he was able to fish them out relatively easily, not drinking too much.  I thought maybe if I had treats that sank to the bottom, he’d have to drink the water first before he could get to the treat.  So I decided I’d slice up some banana and stick it to the bottom of his bowl before filling it with water (See #3e here).  But then I realized something about Little Fitlhy.

I won’t lie.  He’s not a Rhodes Scholar.  He can’t herd sheep, lead a blind man across the street, or even consistently come when you call him.  He’s more likely to bang his head into a wall from running too fast, eat a dirty kleenex (see #3 here) or drag your underwear across a room (See here or #2 here…or #1 here).  It occurred to me that, considering his love of bananas, he’d probably go nose down and try to fish it out and probably drown himself in the process.

At that thought, the banana slice dropped from my hand back on to the counter.  So much for that idea.  So instead, I cut a small piece of banana and mashed it with the side of a knife and then whisked it into a big bowl of water.  He drank it all.  Two bowls of it.

Yeah.  I probably need a girlfriend, huh?