It’s Easter. We have two dogs. Chocolate is toxic for dogs, so I though – Chicken Jerky! I am so smart.
I hid little chunks of Chicken jerky around the living room; on the floor, tucked beside a chair leg, slipped under their dog pillows, stuffed in their toy box, and one special treat each on their own favorite chair.
Then Car-man let them out of the bedroom, showed them one treat each, with a “What’s this?” and off they went – with unexpected ENTHUSIASM.
Wild, energetic ABANDON.
Chair knocking over, pillow tossing, blinding eating speed, intensely focused consumption, PASSIONATE RIOTING.
I was in shock – they were oblivious to any distraction and blunt forced their way to the next treat. The coffee table was shoved aside (it’s heavy and not easily moved). The 3 seater couch shuddered into a new position and one of our chairs started tipping backwards until a hand steadied it. And, ‘poof‘ it was over.
Two dogs bounced wildly by our feet, “MORE! MORE!”
Car-man spoke softly, “I don’t think we should do that again…”
“No, no, we shouldn’t.” I agreed weakly.
He turned to the kitchen, the dogs beat him in anticipating more treats – sliding across the tile, slamming into the kitchen table and chairs, legs blurring to get to those hoped for chicken jerky tidbits…