I finished scrubbing out birdcages and fed the birds. The dogs were downstairs in the office with the door closed. It’s just easier to not have two dogs and three parrots trying to get at each other during bath time so the dogs get on their bed in the office with a treat and are happy. Before I came down to let them out, I cut up their hotdog for dinner and put half in each day as is our routine. Then I came downstairs and opened the office door and got on the computer and forgot about the dogs. All of a sudden, BuddhaBubba comes bounding into the room, jumps on her bed and sits up with a look of pure innocence in her face. And in an instant I knew she’d gone upstairs and eaten both her hotdog and Carm’s. Sure enough, both dishes were empty. I came downstairs and looked right into her eyes and asked if she’d done something she’d like to confess. She gave me her best meditative stare, cocked her head slightly to one sign and did not move during the entire lecture I gave her. I know, deep down inside, that when I get that stare from her, she has gone away mentally and is not hearing a word I’m saying. She’s just reliving the taste of a WHOLE hotdog instead of her usual measly half.
Contrition is simply not in her make up when it comes to food.
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