So I made a grilled cheese sandwich. Since I’m fairly fanatical that the cheese has to perfectly fit the shape of the bread, I end up with small pieces of cheese that I tear off to create the right shape. Tossed the cheese pieces to the dogs. Each got two pieces. Snowy, aka Tub of Lard, snarfed his up before Carm could even get to his two pieces. When Carm got to his cheese, he sniffed it suspiciously and then backed away and stared at it. I’m not sure what he thought it was but he was definitely not interested in eating it. On the other hand, he wasn’t about to let Snowy get to it. Carm may not have wanted it, but it was his and he wasn’t sharing. So I went downstairs to the office figuring they’d eventually follow. They didn’t. Fifteen minutes later I went upstairs to find this scene. Snowy was patiently sitting and waiting for his turn to pounce on the delicious cheese while Carm halfheartedly licked it and tried to not gag at the flavor. I watched as Carm licked both pieces thoroughly so that if Snowy did eat them, he’d have to take Carm’s spittle along with the cheese. Then Carm finally walked away and Snowy inhaled the cheese, spittle and all, in about three seconds.
You really don’t need a tv when you have dogs to amuse you.