Every once in awhile, I try out a new type of food on Ray. This morning it was a 'chicken stew' from a Canadian pet food company. I don't know about you but 'stew' to me indicates that there will be vegetables. And, knowing Ray's antipathy for the vile things, I don't know WHAT I was thinking to buy anything clearly labeled 'stew'.
As soon as I opened the can, I knew it was going to be a lost cause. But, determined to make the best of things, I tried to con my dog into thinking he would like it.
"Mmmmmmmm, Ray, this looks good," I said as I popped the lid on the food and saw unidentified white bits floating amidst the gravy and chunks of chicken, "Do you want to lick the lid?"
Ray reclining on his chair, showed vague interest in doing anything of the sort. I walked over to him and held the gloopy lid flat in front of the hound's nose. It twitched infinitesimally. Ray's head turned fractionally away. I moved the lid under his nose again. Ray moved his head fractionally back.
Once more I moved the lid under his nose, making yummy noises. Bored, Ray yawned.
I laughed at the lounging connoisseur, put the can aside for his friend Maddie, and popped a can of his old favorite.