Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for December 12, 2010

On to the next question! Let’s make it relevant.

I have a dog like that………….

Most of high school was “flames over the question” tests to me.

Is he applying for being part of the pack? Or maybe to see if he has any cat tendencies?

Huh. When I tell my dog to “stay” after putting down a bowl of food, she stays all right. Right over the bowl. Eating.

An interview? Looks like we are going to have a power struggle soon. Poncho has already been influenced by the dark side. His sister Naturna. DEATH TO ALL WHO DEFY ME.

What ever happened to “Eat no kibble before its time”?

My dog was like my wife, the first task in the morning is to have breakfast immediately upon arising from bed.

Poncho is neither an optimist or a pessimist but that rare third grouping. He is a kibblist!

Annual psychological evaluation.

I’m surprised Boomer was even able to formulate the question; he’s known to share Poncho’s inability to comprehend the word “leftovers”.

My dog Bert was perfectly content to “graze” from his dish if it was just kibble, but anything resembling human food would disappear in a blink. I sometimes considered giving him a big pot of mashed potatoes (just enough gravy to make it worthwhile) to see how much he’d down before walking away from it. It’s probably best that I never tried it. I don’t think he’d have KILLED himself eating, but I can imagine he’d bring a lot of it back up…

Years earlier, we’d had two dogs with incompatible eating styles; Darby was your standard “Eat it all NOW, because it might be taken away at any minute” dog, but Scrappy ate like a cat; she’d take a a few kibbles, carry them into another room, and eat them one by one. Then she’d come back to the kitchen, and repeat the process. We had to leave Scrappy’s dish down for a long time to make sure she’d get enough, and we couldn’t keep the two separated all day, so as a result Darby got hugely fat.

Actually, even though they GENERALLY fed from separate dishes, Darby would get aggressive if we separated them before the bowls were set down, because she could never be certain that Scrappy’s bowl didn’t have something BETTER than her own. We’d put down one bowl, Darby would growl Scrappy off and dive in; then when we put down the OTHER bowl, Darby would rush over to make sure she got the first shot at that, and Scrappy could eat from the dish Darby had abandoned.

Sheesh poncho