"What's wrong Ray?" I asked the sad, blind hound, "Aren't you hungry?"
Ray just stood, head down, not moving, not answering.
I looked at him, perplexed. He had thrown up his dinner the day before and I was worried that maybe he wasn't feeling well.
"Don't you want your breakfast?" I asked.
Ray just stood immobile, his eyebrows doing the dance on his forehead. It was obvious that he was waiting for something.
I went to the fridge and got out my weekend treat, a can of whipped cream. On Saturday or Sunday, I like a shot on my coffee and Ray likes a shot on his dog food. One quick ppfffssshhht later and Ray was eating his breakfast. Not a bad idea, I thought as I ppfffssshhhted my mug o joe. Sometimes dogs have the best ideas.
Anytime I get the can of whip creme out everyone comes running. Louise she just stands there with her mouth open waiting for you to spray some in her mouth. Carmela sits by her dish and Shotzy is not to be left out. That is one thing they all love.
ReplyDeleteHugo will wait on the stairs when he hears the ppfffssshhht and I have to bring the can to him. Who doesn't love whip cream?
ReplyDeleteNo, Ray is not spoiled, It's just that you, like most of we pet owners, are very, very well trained in the ways to please our little charges. And they, on the other hand know how to get what they want w/o saying a word (ie: the dancing eyebrows)
ReplyDeleteHa! You're absolutely right, Anne. They show us a little (er, a lot of) puppy love and we're putty in their paws. I wonder what an anthropologist would have to say about that...
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