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Originally Posted by wodin
Anyway we would feed Rex table scraps, and soon learned to cook extra so Rex would have enough to eat. Once we had roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, some kind of desert and Brussels sprouts. We loaded up his plate with a big heaping pile of everything with the one remaining sprout in the middle. When he was done he left a pristinely clean plate with one pristinely clean Brussels sprout sitting in the middle.
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My SO had a Weimariner named Sam as a kid. If it was people food, Sam would eat it. He was also grumpy if he didn't get his coffee in the morning.
She described him drinking grapefruit juice. He made doggy "Ewww!" faces, but finished it, because it was
people food.
Some folks in my neighborhood have a Labradoodle (Labradoor Retriever/Poodle mix) named Puddle, and a King Charles Spaniel/Poodle mix named Rory. Puddle's person complained he had his own agenda. There's a pizza place on the corner down the street, and Puddle found a slice of pizza under a car nearby. Ever since, walks take twice as long because he must check under every car for a possible slice of pizza. (He doesn't know if he doesn't
look...) Rory thinks I'm the Best Thing Evar! because I rub her belly and let her lick my face. My SO thinks part of her reaction is "Ohhhh! Uncut male alpha! Mount me! I want to have your puppies!", but I doubt I can get across that cross species relationships like that just don't work...
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Dennis