Wednesday, September 21, 2011
I bought the little pup a kong, which is a rubber toy you put treats inside. The theory is the dog will be occupied with the task of getting the treat (cheese, peanut butter, whatever) out of the kong and not with destroying various valuables.
When I picked out the kong, I wasn't entirely sure it was going to work. First, even though I picked out the "petite" kong for a dog under 20 pounds, the hole seemed awfully small and the rubber surprisingly unyielding. How was Spence supposed to get peanut butter out of the bottom? But I went with it, since hey, why would they make it if it were impossible?
Yesterday I was working at home and I needed Spence to just sit and chill for a few hours, so I filled the kong full of peanut butter (which, along with parmesan cheese, strawberries, grass, bees, pickled ginger and couch is pretty much Spencer's favorite thing to eat). He promptly licked off all the peanut butter within easy reach, which took less than a minute, and then looked at me.
I looked at him. "There's more peanut butter at the bottom," I pointed out.
He raised his eyebrows, which I took to mean, "Yeah. At the bottom. How am I supposed to manage that?"
"You know, get your tongue down in there."
Head tilting, which seemed to say, "That seems a bit undignified."
"Buddy, you lick your own soon-to-be-excised balls. You can't be aggressive with a little rubber toy?"
"It's not a matter of aggression, it's a matter of probability of succe -- hey, what was that about my balls?"
"Never mind. Look, give it here, you just squeeze the toy a bit and more peanut butter comes out. You try."
"Umm, I'd rather not, but thanks for the additional peanut butter. Now, why don't you just run along and get me one of those fantastic chicken flavored rawhides that takes thirty minutes to eat. That will do, don't you think?"
"But I've got at least three hours of work where I'll need silence ..."
"Splendid. Six rawhides it is."
(Yeah, that is pretty much how lawyerin goes with Spence. Him wagging his tail, me coming up with possible dialogue.)
PS - Thanks to all my new followers, homies! I'm pretty much tickled pink about being close to 200, though part of me wants to remain coolly indifferent. But see above, where I wrote dialogue for myself and a five month old puppy? Definitely not cool, so let's stop kidding ourselves.
Also, while we're being honest about the subject of obsessive checking my blog stats, if you are a follower who demands a follow-back (and I know you're there, since apparently I gained one and lost two last night), just comment on ye olde blog so I can find you. I got behind a few weeks back amidst all this blogfesting and campaigning and whatnot, and despite positive intentions, never really got around to figuring out who my new friends are.
And while we're being exxxxxtra honest (that looks dirty, doesn't it?) I can't guarantee I will follow you back. But I will check out your blog for sure, maybe even more than once, and if it is interesting to me and well-written (and surely it is, I'm not even sure why this disclaimer is here!) then I will follow.