December 23rd 2009 8:05 pm
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Just now Mom is trying to eat beef stew, my beef stew, to be precise. I start to kind of march in place right beside her, panting rather loudly, drooling a little, groaning and then the grand finale - I rattle my teeth in a most winning way. That gets her attention and makes her laugh and hand over my beefy treat. I had to do a little "I am right here waiting" growly-growl, very low-key for the second bite.
To her left she's got the cute chocolate dogs, all three doing synchronized staring at her with those greenie-yellowie-brown please-give-me-a-taste eyes.
Just behind her left shoulder there is big ole Tater Tot giving her the I-am-your-puppy-boy-even-though-I-am six-now look. Priceless. He's breathing right down her neck. If he rests his chin on her shoulder she is a goner.
At her feet is the little Freckie-Gracky Boy Jack Russell "aren't I a cute little bugger?" staring up at her. He gets anything she drops. She always drops something.
Now I give her a nose nudge and moan a little, dance around some more, pick up the breathing pace a bit. Oh yah, she gives me a carrot! All the other dogs jump up to attention, their hopes raised, waiting for their carrot. She doesn't have enough of them & I want them all.
Mango's nose is touching her hand - he rests his chin on her gently and looks up with that one look that says, "I am so glad I live with you". Java tilts his head to the side which guarantees a bite.
I pant harder. She looks at me....
Cinder lets out a big sigh that clearly says, "I was your first and best dog ever," and then adds a seal-pup nudge to make sure she's understood. She is.
Mom is getting indigestion from all of the pressure. She tries to look somewhere else and she gets the Basset Hound-sad-eyed-I-am-so-cute and please-share-with-me look.
I breathe harder, get my hot breath on her, pant, drool a little more and then sit, just waiting for my reward. I burp. If she ignores me I will take something - maybe a used tissue - out of the trash and rip it up. I might even eat it just to let her know I am hungry, too.
She says, "You guys just ate." Irrelevant.
Luckie lets out another sigh, copying Cinder because she's noticed that it always works for Cinder.
I moan a little more. Tate moves in and starts the big sniffing and intense eye contact approach. She smiles.
I stand up from my, "Look how regal I am when I sit" sit and feint toward the kitchen. Is she coming? Mom gets up and we all trot out to the kitchen on her heels. Java nudges he in the butt - the most sensitive part - and she says, Java, stop," which he does for a moment. Mango walks on her feet - they are still learning, plus they want to be right up front when she starts forking out the good stuff.
We are all here to get our beef stew bites - all nine of us - we finally get our much deserved share of the booty. Not that kind of booty, the treasure kind...the beef! We all know how to use a fork or a spoon for that matter. Sometimes, in her eagerness, Cinder takes the spoon along with her bite and mom laughs, retrieves the spoon from the Retriever and continues on. Luckie does a 80 pound Labbie "I love food" dance to make sure she gets what is due her. She does.
All eyes on mom.
Afterwards, Mom looks down before moving. Yes, there is a puddle or two of drool she has to wipe up, unless she steps in it first.
Her next meal: surround, repeat and eat.
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Now I know why I nevfur get any of my pawrents' food! I'm trying all this stuff all on my own! I can't apply enough pressure!! I need reinforcements!!!!
Anyfur want to take a winter vacation in California? My mom's a pretty good cook. Of course I can only judge by the smells. Come and help me get a taste!!!
We're on it Hershey! Our food and pee adventure is gonna happen!
Making yellow snow at Sancho's, peeing down hill in your town and peeing on drunken revelers (trust me, they won't notice) in my town.
Sancho's mom won't realize that two extra dogs are pressuring her for food, we'll work as a team at your house (a good cook is always appreciated and you NEED to match the smells to the taste!) and you two can help me corner one or two iguanas. Unless it's the turkey sausage, my mom is usually a sucker for a cute face or a strategic whine.
Adventure awaits us, my friends!
Uh Oh, that's a howl... That'll definitely earn big points with my mom, especially since I don't (or can't) know how to do it. She'll surrender steak for that sound.
I'll teach you, Juju!! It's a little like a whine, but you open your mouth wider and do it LOUD! Like this: aaaAAAROOOOooo! Try it!
Sancho, do you think that will work at your house?
You'll have to show me how when we meet because all mom's efforts have failed. She's even tried to pitch her voice right to make it happen, but I can't. She thinks it's because I have such a short snout. :(