You got that right! With Jock’s track record of stealing your bones, you just can’t trust him at all in that regard. Never take your eye off your bones or your food. It’s commendable on your part that you forgive him time and time again for stealing your bones and stay friends with him, although he is kind of cute.
Years ago, my husband & I rescued a beautiful white cat named Angel…who was anything but when it came to food. We had to feed her separately from the other cats until she learned that she didn’t have to fight for it (as in her previous home; one of the reasons we rescued her). Once she found out that there was plenty of food for everyone, she calmed right down & was able to eat with the rest. (She also loved nacho cheese Doritos…but that’s another story.)
We know nothing about Pavlov except his age (he was chipped at the county shelter as a pup) before he was rescued from the desert, skinny and ill. Even now he won’t eat the food put in front of him unless he is given permission. When I brought him home he practically inhaled his food; he seemed to not chew it at all! Nine months later I brought two little dogs into our home after they were ‘orphaned’. I was worried about him protecting his food. Strangely, within a week or two he slowed down, started to chew his food, even tolerated the little guy sticking his nose near the bowl to check out what he was eating. Now if I could just teach him to walk with me, with or without a leash!
Our first two dogs, Hildy and Lindy, were both grazers at first. It was never “my bowl and your bowl,” it was “Our first bowl and our second bowl” (they WERE more competitive about rawhide bones- though we’d get two at a time they’d ignore one while trying to trick each other out of the other). Then we got Misty, a rescue from a puppy mill where like Wren’s cat she must have had to scarf or starve. Hildy became another little vacuum cleaner, while Lindy would eat even slower but guard her bowl for the hours it took her.
ronaldspence about 3 years ago
Well Fred, with a friend like Jock, you have to take the good with the bad, but somehow you stay friends!
mikenjanet about 3 years ago
You got that right! With Jock’s track record of stealing your bones, you just can’t trust him at all in that regard. Never take your eye off your bones or your food. It’s commendable on your part that you forgive him time and time again for stealing your bones and stay friends with him, although he is kind of cute.
!!ǝlɐ⅁ Premium Member about 3 years ago
If that ‘certain someone’ were Nameless T. Pussycat, you’d be more welcoming, wouldn’t you, Fred?
DaveG1960 about 3 years ago
Poor Jock.
Breadboard about 3 years ago
Our dog Lucy eats that way all the time ! Speed eating at it’s best ;-)
GSD Mom Premium Member about 3 years ago
Shame on you, Jock! You get feed at home, don’t you?
Wren Fahel about 3 years ago
Years ago, my husband & I rescued a beautiful white cat named Angel…who was anything but when it came to food. We had to feed her separately from the other cats until she learned that she didn’t have to fight for it (as in her previous home; one of the reasons we rescued her). Once she found out that there was plenty of food for everyone, she calmed right down & was able to eat with the rest. (She also loved nacho cheese Doritos…but that’s another story.)
david_42 about 3 years ago
Our middle dog is a sweetheart, loves everyone; but don’t mess with her food! She remembers the hungry times when her prior owners dumped her.
kathleenhicks62 about 3 years ago
As if something that small would eat that much, Fred.
j.l.farmer about 3 years ago
close the door and then you can take your time and not get a tummy ache.
buflogal! about 3 years ago
We know nothing about Pavlov except his age (he was chipped at the county shelter as a pup) before he was rescued from the desert, skinny and ill. Even now he won’t eat the food put in front of him unless he is given permission. When I brought him home he practically inhaled his food; he seemed to not chew it at all! Nine months later I brought two little dogs into our home after they were ‘orphaned’. I was worried about him protecting his food. Strangely, within a week or two he slowed down, started to chew his food, even tolerated the little guy sticking his nose near the bowl to check out what he was eating. Now if I could just teach him to walk with me, with or without a leash!
pynke1 about 3 years ago
Come on Misses gi’ Jock a wee morsel.
gcarlson about 3 years ago
Our first two dogs, Hildy and Lindy, were both grazers at first. It was never “my bowl and your bowl,” it was “Our first bowl and our second bowl” (they WERE more competitive about rawhide bones- though we’d get two at a time they’d ignore one while trying to trick each other out of the other). Then we got Misty, a rescue from a puppy mill where like Wren’s cat she must have had to scarf or starve. Hildy became another little vacuum cleaner, while Lindy would eat even slower but guard her bowl for the hours it took her.