Saturday, November 21, 2009

The Snack Police

I'm living with the Snack Police. BC (Before Cora), I used to snack fairly frequently on these little string cheese logs. I enjoyed pulling them into strips and prolonging their taste by eating them slowly. Then came Cora. Guess who else loves string cheese?

She loves cheese so much that giving her pills is a snap. While she was recovering from the pitbull attack, I'd just stuff her pills into a little cheese and down the hatch it went - no fuss, no struggles, just a happy dog and a satisfied nurse.

It is impossible for me to sneak one of these out of the fridge if she's anywhere in the house. Even if she misses the opening of the refrigerator door, she hears the zip of the package pulling apart from three rooms away. I swear she can hear it when she's outdoors with the door shut. She's there in a flash, skidding to a halt on the kitchen tile and sitting as if her butt is glued to the floor, ears perked forward hopefully. "See what a good dog I am?," she seems to be saying, "Don't I deserve a treat?" Well, shit, yes, she does. So, there goes my snack, string by string down her eager throat. She seems hardly to taste them - I really think her nose does the tasting before it ever hits her tongue. Sometimes, I sneak one of the strings for myself but her reproachful stare is more than my conscience can bear, so she usually gets the whole thing.

Yesterday, she was out in the car with My Beloved, which she loves to do more than just about anything. Yep, I stole into the kitchen and ate an entire one ounce portion all by myself, without the Snack Police drooling on my shoes.

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Blogger Kailyn said...

First of all I now have "Dream Police" in a constant loop in my head.

Secondly, the cheese seems to be really popular with dogs. My friend Zombie Mom has been known to give her toddlers partially wrapped string cheese. The girls then run back and forth, trying to eat the cheese while eluding the dog who desperately wants cheese as well. It's a good thing that I don't have kids because I think this could be good for hours of entertainment.

Saturday, November 21, 2009  
Blogger namastenancy said...

Ah! What a cutie! I swear that she's a reincarnation of some over-the-top 19th century actress who specialized in tragedy! Those eyes, that expression - who could resist?

Saturday, November 21, 2009  
Blogger cookiecrumb said...

We're working on getting our three-month-old pooker not to want human food at all. Of course she wants it! But not having given in yet, we might be in charge. I hope. Thank goodness there's awesome dog treats.

Saturday, November 21, 2009  
Blogger dancingmorganmouse said...

I take it the cheese has no ill effect? My dad called it "bung hole", I'm sure you can work out why ;)

Saturday, November 21, 2009  
Blogger Greg said...

Our dog can smell cheese two rooms away. She has schooled my daughter's visit dog in the fine art of begging.They both have a preference for cheddar.

Sunday, November 22, 2009  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Kailyn, not much fun for the kids, however?

Nancy, oh, yes, she has been to the Sarah Bernhardt School of Acting and she graduated Summa.

Cookiecrumb, stay strong! Down that road is perdition, take it from one who knows. Unfortunately, ours came already primed for human food from whomever had her before.

Morgan, no, she wolfs it down and it stays down. I checked with the vet and he says a little is fine.

Greg, Cora must have some Italian genes - she will eat any kind of cheese but her preference appears to be mozzarella.

Monday, November 23, 2009  
Blogger dancingmorganmouse said...

Our Toogie cat loved cheese but it did not agree with her system, the two we have now show no interest at all.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Morgan, our cats always loved cheese and had to be shooed away when we were eating it. This dog, however, is unshooable when there's cheese in the room.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009  

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