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Life has come to me arguing with the
dog.He is not participating in the argument, so really it's just me pretending to argue with the dog.
Okay, so maybe cajoling him.
Oh, alright! Begging him. This is so humiliating.
Tonight I was trying to get
Lonnie, the wonder dog...all 19 pounds of him...to eat his
nutritional bits.
I buy him the
dog food that is supposed to be good for him. Healthy even.
The nutritional bits resemble little
chocolate chip looking things. Yum.
Lonnie refuses his nutrition. Instead he roots through all the rest of the dog food, spewing bits as he goes. How in the world does an animal that has no fingers pick all those teeny, tiny bits out of the bowl? He must spit them out like watermelon seeds. I will have to make a point to observe this. I'll have to be sneaky if I want to watch, Lonnie tends to be covert.
I called the little terrier to me when I saw the mess he made. I gave him the "stink eye". He stared back. I proceeded to lecture him on his canine health. He licked me. I continued to inform him of his need for good teeth and a shiny coat. He actually yawned. At this point I placed my hand on my hip, got the mom stance and said (with a straight face) "Lonnie you are like a five year old who pushes his peas all around the plate. You need to eat your nutritional bits!"
I thought for sure that I had made my case.
Sigh.
On a good note, the cat seems to enjoy eating them off the floor.
