Â Thanks everyone for playing along with me yesterday, in my silly fantasy of lighting Buddy's butt on fire. It was fun for me, and I hope for everyone else. It WAS real life tempting, though. As I mentioned in my comments, I think I know what had the disastrous olfactory effects on him, and needless to say, they go on the list of contraband substances around here, right below burritos. I obtained a new supply of chicken jerky treats, so they are unnecesary, now, anyway.
Â Â I did finally eat some of the potato soup I made, and I admit, it was worth the wait. I have learned a thing or two in my stints as a bachelor throughout life, if I do say so myself. The Budster was back to just being mildly annoying, as opposed to highly reeking, in other words, his old self, so the soup was a welcome reprieve from our normal fare here. Buddy ate two or three bites and abandoned it for a jerky treat, but he has never shown much of a distinguishing palate, as far as people food is concerned, he just insists on a taste of everything. I assume this is to confirm I eat foods that are beneath him, at least they usually are, in his opinion.
Â Â One observation of the quirks of nature that are embodied in my little friend here manifested itself today. Not that I hadn't ever observed it before, but I had never commented on it here, that I remember, anyway. I was sitting on the couch, Buddy was passed out beside me, dead to the world, didn't even move a muscle when I slid him over a little to get up. If he's conscious at all, I can't get up without him following behind me, but he was totally out of it, and I got up, went to the kitchen, came back, sat down, and just barely rustled the cellophane on a package of crackers, and he was bolt upright, wide awake. I don't know what it is about the sound of a cellophane or plastic container or pouch being even slightly rustled, that makes it sound like reveille being played in this dog's ear, but it has that effect. I once left him happily napping on the couch, fast asleep, and went in the bathroom, the one far from the living room, through my bedroom, clear in the back, and opened up a package of oral picks that came wrapped in plastic, and looked down, and he was there, like a shot. "What you got, big ugly guy, is that for me?" It's radar, or sonar, or something.
Â Â He has a sixth sense, anyway, when it comes to food, I think. There's been more than one occasion when I've tried to tell him I had no more of something, when I did, and each time I've tried it, he obviously knows I'm lying. How he can see through a refrigerator door, or cabinet door, I have no idea, but maybe that should be listed on his super powers list because he knows it's there. Possibly it's just ol' dad he sees through so well, instead, I don't know. Days like that, though, I can't ever manage to get out of his sight, for even a second, and will eventually end up sharing with him, because there's no way to lose his little butt long enough to eat it in cognito. For instance, I still have half a roll of rolos up in the cabinet above the microwave, but if I even approach that cabinet, he's on my butt right now. I have no doubt if I had gone near that cabinet today, when he was fast asleep, I would have looked down, and he would have been there, jumping on my leg. It's uncanny. Some people see dead people, Buddy sees "better" food.
Â Â Well, it's morning, and I haven't gotten this article done, Not much to add, overnight, except in the two days I had been low or out of jerky treats, I had given Buddy the aformentioned offensive doggie treats, several of them, right before lights out, while I did my thing to get ready for bed.Â It kept him busy while I brushed my teeth, etc. So last night, I didn't, and Buddy threw a tantrum. He went over by the dresser, where I had put them before, and scratched on the carpet, pawing the area where they had been, and generally pitched a bitch. I told him no, and he threw an even bigger fit. Apparently he had figured this in to his general "hold out for better food routine", and now some "better" food he had been counting on, wasn't forthcoming. Messed his whole schedule up, and in consequence mine, as we had to go back out, find one of his jerky treats, and wait while he consumed it, before he would settle down for bedtime. Owning this little dog is more like being owned, every day. Till tomorrow.
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