Of Course...

I cook for Buddy.

She can't cook for herself!

Buddy's Dinner, 2-16-2012

That's chicken, green beans, and potato, if you were wondering.

Have I Told You About The Time...

That my son and I were in the dining room, looking at something on my computer, with our backs to the dining room table. I had paused in the middle of putting dinner on the table, to chat. And, oh, we just happened to be talking about Buddy.

Bragging on her, really.

About how she was so good with food. Leaving it alone, unless it was expressly hers. So trustworthy with it. So well behaved.

You know where this is going, right?

Because that's when we realized that the good, trustworthy, well behaved doggie had her head in my plate.

Eating my dinner.

Buddy Has A New Trick.

Not so unusual for her.

It's self-taught.

Also not so unusual for her.

So, what is it?

My desk is within reach of the dining room table. Often, when I have a snack, I leave it on the table while I sit at my desk. Well, when I do this, she puts her front paws on a chair that is pushed in at the table, so that she can reach my snack.

And lick it.

When I notice what she's doing, of course, I tell her, "down."

Except, that doesn't work anymore. Because her new trick, in that situation, when she hears the word "down", is to look out the dining room window, instead of dropping down so that all four paws are on the floor.


BUDDY:  What Mommie?

What?

I iz jest looking out the window.


ME:  Buddy, that is naughty. It is. It is so naughty.


Which appears to be her cue to drop into her good dog sit.


BUDDY:  I not naughty.

I not.

I a good dog.

See my good dog sit?

See it?

See it?

And good doggies get treats!

I iz ready for my treat! 


Yep. I was doomed the second that fluffy ball of puppy rolled into the house, a little over two years ago. But, it was a good sort of doom.