Here is an interesting phenomenon. We all know about the Picky Picard’s eating habits. And my human’s continual search for new and exciting things to feed him. Unlike us PONs. Who would eat the same thing every day for the rest of our lives. And be totally content. Well not content with the portion size – we could eat a LOT more. And explode.
But back to the FG. We know he is picky. BUT he HAS learned to counter surf for food and my human has to watch him as much as she watches us PONs. Last night, he stood right by her dinner plate that was still on the counter and my human turned her back for a minute, and luckily looked back as he was about to help himself. He has also learned to stare at her while she is eating. Not that she ever feeds us from the table – but one never knows. And then, she CAN sometimes have the odd leftover on her plate – which she will share. But not at the table. That’s why when she gets up from dining, she has a parade following her into the kitchen. And the FG is right there. I think we PONs have taught him well.
You know, when our human comes home from work at the end of the day, there is nothing that makes us more joyful. Well – except for one thing – when she returns from grocery shopping. That’s when we anxiously exhibit “curiocery”- that innate canine instinct that makes us want to know what is in each of the bags. I wish I could take a video of what it is like when my human tries to come into the house with two armloads of groceries. Like she did yesterday. She literally must fight her way in the door and must fend off jumping canines. She dare not put any bags on the floor – so she struggles to lift them onto the counter – while we are jumping like three kangaroos who have been stung by a bees. We must inspect the bounty. Bananas. Check. Yogurt. Check. Breakfast staples are accounted for. Ahhh. She bought herself a steak for supper. There will be some definite jockeying for the closest position by her chair. Great fun. And only we canines can make grocery shopping an extreme cause for celebration. It’s the little things in life…
Well it’s Monday. Another work week. And another week of guard duty. But just a few more weeks until she is on vacation. Oh we can’t wait!
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 34