Food for Thought

I am not speaking to Luigi today. Why? Because this morning he broke a big Fort Doberdale rule – NO counter fishing. He put his big paw on the counter and took out of a bowl, two chicken wings and a chicken neck, meant for other members of the Posse.

Missing chicken parts by Luigi

To top it off, he then started in on the yet un-lidded crock pot where a whole chicken laid in wait to be slow cooked. There’s a big hunk of skin missing and the pot is misarranged. I had a neat chicken in there, not a disheveled one!

Where’s the skin?

To add insult to injury, he had no remorse! Look! He was waiting for me to put something else in that empty bowl!

Remorse?  What’s that?  I’m a dog.  Remorse and me dont know each other.

I heard my Italian boy barking while I was outside. His “I can’t reach it” bark came out loud and clear, but only once. That should have clued me in. When he plays that game, usually, he keeps barking at whatever he wants, till I come over to help him due to I can’t ignore his loud and pushy vibrations. He never reaches what he barks about…until today! Annie was there, too. She usually tells him what for, but she didn’t. How unusual. More Mercury retrograde, or just plain bad behavior? Now that he has been rewarded for his bad behavior, I will have another beast on my hands.

Chicken breath

I have to set booby traps on the counter. Pots or big dog dishes that will clang to the ground the next time he tries this. I caught him, by the way. One paw on the counter the other ready to make a getaway. He has never betrayed my trust like this, so I am just not ready to speak to him yet.

Who me?

Helen
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P.S. If you have a dog with kidney problems or stones, please go to the K9KidneyDiet group on yahoo. They are a wonderful group of people.

About Helen

I'm a Southern California living in South Florida. I've been here for 10 years as of October 1, 2007. No matter where I live, I'm a dog lover, and my breed is the Dobermann Pinscher of the Working Group. I am also fond of the Australian Shepherd of the Herding Group. My life revolves around my dogs, which is something those family members of mine don't understand. So I'm an island in that respect, but have built friendships with those who are doggie lovers and respect the canine as much as I do. Some do rescue, some train in, compete in, and judge AKC trials. The common thread is our dogs are family.
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