At about the age of 8, our middle dogchild,
He had grown tired of waiting for constantly thwarted opportunities to grab doggie delicacies from the open refrigerator. Vigilant humans, experienced in dog wiles, made success nearly impossible. It was tomato season - a bumper crop. Arthur loves cherry tomatoes above all things. His cunning raids on the garden are legendary. A fence is a minor obstacle to a truly clever dog in search of tomatoes. Still, Arthur felt there was an easier way. Huge bowls of cherry tomatoes swept past him and entered the refrigerator. He knew what he had to do. With the humans safely in another room, Arthur worked out the problem. Brace your shoulder against the cabinet and use your nose like a pry bar to open the refrigerator door. Front paws add leverage. You're in.
For years afterward, nothing was safe. Half a Christmas cheesecake, pounds of tomatoes, loaves of bread. A few unguarded moments were all he needed to breach paradise. The other dogs were beneficiaries of his skill. Arthur had very specific desires. Anything in the way of the prize was flung over his shoulder to the waiting masses. Carnage prevailed.
For years, Arthur worked the door until; A.) success or B.) the scratching
sounds were heard by the humans and the mission was aborted. By the time
a sentry arrived to check on the noises, he was innocently lapping water
from his bowl. This strategy was so successful that for months the problem
was blamed on a faulty refrigerator door or careless humans. Then his hearing
started to go and with it went his opportunity to savor the "Food
of the Gods" direct from the source. Success depended on stealth.
Stealth depended on hearing. The whole scheme unraveled. Paradise was lost.
Despite their cravings, my dogs are kibble kids. 99% of their diet is high quality dog food designed for balanced nutrition. They may be bored, but they're safe and well nourished. I listen to the vet's advice on the health benefits of a sensible diet and maintaining a proper weight even though I ignore my doctor's advice on that subject. I must make good choices for them.
...but, every now and then, they even manage to get their paws on the "Food of the Gods".
Copyright 1997 Elizabeth Cusulas