Monday, January 26, 2015
Making a meal of paper
This is my breakfast buddy, Dad. He joins me near my nest each morning where he has a bowl of cereal and I have some yogurt. It's our thing. He can eat people chow each and every morning, same ole thing every day. I on the other hand am more, ahem, discerning.
For instance I almost always leave one to three pieces in the bowl, which keeps my people guessing. "What's wrong with that piece??"
I know those are for the food goddess. Just to keep the food a comin'
I might be superstitious
LeeAnna here... Let's DO talk about eating.
Cole has been a wonderful guy, for 12 years.
When he turned 12 he began eating odd stuff, which has bought him a prison sentence of being baby-gated into a smaller area when we leave the house.
He seems to enjoy paper products.
This was the final straw! This got him the prison sentence. See the post here ( Pictures Here )
He used to shrug off my arm waving angry reactions. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. The mommy always eventually forgives. However when I picked up the pad of paper this weekend, and held it down to him, and he sniffed it, he immediately ran to Dad and hid.
The vet has no insight into this.
It is very sporadic.
I'm sure I don't know. We provide him with expensive dogfood and treats, which he often says he WISHED tasted as good as paper.