This past weekend, I hosted another Do Day. This time twice as many people attended. Instead of three, there were six (and me), so things were a bit hectic for the first fifteen minutes or so while Ray was turning himself inside-out with joy as his favorites arrived, I was taking coats and drink orders, and people were settling in.
As soon as people were situated, I brought out the cheese tray, dropped it on the coffee table in the middle of the room, then stopped and stood at the door to kitchen watching my dog. Ray's nose twitched.
"You stay away from that," I said sternly to the nosy hound.
Ray walked around the coffee table and settled himself comfortably on the floor, stretched out longways between the couch and coffee table (the room is small, the floorspace just enough for one large hound to stretch out), his head even with the cheese tray but just below the top of the table. I eyed him suspiciously.
"I'm watching you," I said threateningly still standing in the kitchen doorway.
Ray looked at me, his eyebrows dancing, innocence plastered thickly across his face. Thinking that there were enough people in the room to keep him out of mischief, I turned my back to the dog.
Not even a second later, Ray's favorite in the whole world, Caleb, yelled, "Ray, get away from that!"
I turned quickly to see the hound, still reclining but with neck outstretched and head tilted at just the right angle, slurp a piece of cheese from the tray in front of him. I strode to the dog, dragged him to his feet and wrestled him away from the small group of Doers and the irresistible cheese tray.
"So, he just touched that one piece, right?" I asked Caleb.
"No," Caleb replied, "His nose was all over that plate. But it's fine."
Of course, I thought to myself. Ray passed over the Smoked Gouda and the Pepper Jack. He was looking for the cheddar. His favorite.
Ray spent the rest of the afternoon on his picket out front (with his big comfy bed). It was a rare, beautiful February day, with temperatures in the low 70s, but all Ray could think of was cheese. He spent the next couple of hours knocking on the door to get back in the house.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Oh, the Power of Cheese
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LOL opportunity is a dog's best friend. Have a terrific Tuesday and don't forget to let us know about Share It SundayReplyDelete
Best wishes Molly
Ain't that the truth. Thanks for the good wishes. I have all of Ray's biggest fans trying to pick out a good post for Share it Sunday. Should have something pinned down pretty soon.Delete
Cheese IS really powerful. The only thing more powerful are hot dogs. At least, according to Blueberry. If I have a palm full of cheese and hot dogs, she will pick out all the hot dog pieces first.ReplyDelete
I am sure, in the end, Ray thought being banned to the outdoors (on a gorgeous day, no less) was worth it. It cracks me up that no one was really bothered by Ray touching all the cheese. True dog lovers. Or at least, Ray fans. :)
I don't think Ray has ever experienced a hot dog before. Next time we get some, I'll have to cut off a piece and see if he will eat it. As you know, he can be a bit picky...Delete
Oh, and I wasn't watching who was eating the cheese. For all I know, Caleb ate it all.Delete
True, Ray may shock the dog nation by being the first to turn his nose up at hot dogs.Delete
Gee, wished I lived by you - I'd love to participate in a Do Day :) Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of friends who like to Do, lol!ReplyDelete
Well, you're welcome anytime. Just let me know next time you're visiting Jordan and I will plan one!Delete