Spoiling her is fun
I took my recovering friend out for a drive today while I ran errands and did a few for her, too. Being housebound has lost every last bit of appeal for her and she was so excited about going out that you’d think we were going to visit exotic lands and see rare sights. I have to admit, though, when you see something through someone’s eyes, it does change one’s perspective. She wanted to sit by the harbor and just watch the water for a while and her observations made me realize just how much I take all this for granted—in fact, I hardly see what I’m seeing most days. Today was a good reminder to take the time to really observe.
While we were out, I stopped into a local shop to pick up some dog treats for her dog. While I was there, I couldn’t resist doing the same for Terry. When I came home I laid them out on the floor so Terry could take a look and sniff things over. She was very excited, although she couldn’t quite figure out the value of the Sponge Bob thingy. It doesn’t exactly look chewable to her. But it’s her new sweater. Now that the nights are growing colder and I’m not turning the heat on yet, she gets cold and needs to wear something to bed to keep her warm. I haven’t tried it on her yet, but I think it’ll be worth a picture if it fits her.
The bag on the top right is full of rawhide chips. A bag like that usually lasts about a week and a half. She gets two every time she comes back in the house after being called. She always comes back in the house after being called now. What’s the point of being stubborn if you’re so richly rewarded for not being stubborn? Didn’t take her long to figure that one out. The two smaller bags on the lower right are treats to keep her occupied and out of mischief when I leave the house for short jaunts out and about. The bag on the bottom of the sweater is full of treats for when I’m going to be gone for a few hours. And the bag on the top left was full of pig ears. They are for any occasion that seems right and coming home with a sack full of treats was just such an occasion. I spoil her a bit, but it’s such a lot of fun to do.
Tigger has more discerning tastes, perhaps. 
I have yet to find ANYTHING that Terry won’t chew on, approved or otherwise. A dog who likes to steal dill pickles, tomatoes, and oranges off the counter doesn’t have normal dog tastes. Other dogs I’ve had were finicky about what they put in their mouths. Peeps turned up his nose at a rawhide anything. And pig ears...well they were as big as he was and kinda scared him.
Posted by Kate on 10/30/06 at 07:30 PM
Taste? Well, maybe. Tigger loves ice cubes; she thinks frozen peas are just differently-colored varieties of the same thing.
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I have a sack half-full of pig ears that Tigger shows nothing but disdain for. Different strokes for different folks.