Tricky treats

My dogs scarfed down their supply of treats in record breaking time this weekend. None or not, their whining persisted past bedtime. I resorted to divvying up my own goodies for some peace and quiet. A bribe in effort to give my ears a rest until they finally decided to wind down.

And so begins my Monday morning.

Speckles greeted the day by pooping on the sidewalk again. What a lousy way to greet the day. Her flair for food ingestion, digestion, and ejection astounds me.
Amelie hoarded her provided 'shudder-up' cookie from last night. She must have dutifully buried it upon waking while no one was looking. How do I know that? The tell-tale dirt moustache gave it away.

She's a creature of habit. Frequently stealing off to stash the odd treat or what not but rarely gets to taste the fruit of her labor. Speckles finds and tummies those treasures. Others are likely winged off in flight of thieving birds (judging from the bone resting up on the garage roof ). I guess that lends reason to their greedy behavior. Why dogs hide off into their own select corners, gulping most delectables down in an instant. Have you ever seen our domestic furry counterparts actually settle down and slowly savor anything? Other than the occasional belly rub, I'd say anything resembling subdued pleasure is unlikely. It's a dog eat dog world, ain't it?

Eesh. I was doing fairly well emotionally, until last night. Damn, it was like falling on my ass. Painful and hard to get back on my feet, yah know? Probably fault of hormone flux. PMS can be such a bitch. Literally.


Lizzy B said...


jane said...

Animals are such funny creatures. I'm so sorry that you're having a difficult time, I can surely relate with you. Too bad dogs can't give us belly rubs.

Milt Bogs said...

Gabbi, that dog looks just like a dog we had that died two years ago. Amazing similarity.
Big difference was that he ate like a cat. A bit now, a bit half an hour later. He was a lurcher, a cross between a greyhound and a terrier. He was supposed to hunt rabbits but he hadn't got a clue, just ran fast, so he got thrown out on the streets which is how we got him.

Lizzy B said...

Hmmmm... someone needs to post again to keep me entertained.

Love, kisses and sisterly affection!

jane said...

Where are you Gabbi?