Dec 22 2008
Dogs
We have a 50 pound rat also referred to by some as a dog. He was only supposed to be twenty-five to thirty pounds, tops. He’s got a beard like a terrier and the markings of a Dobermann. Go figure. He’s about the bounciest thing I’ve ever seen.
One thing (among many) I don’t get about him is his eating habits. He will leave his food in the morning, and he will not eat it all day long. I guess it’s because we’re not in the house during the day. I came home tonight, and the food was just where we’d left it: in his bowl. His food is now upstairs. I am home. He will not eat. He lays here. I give him two pieces of dried spaghetti, and he near ’bouts swallowed them whole. I don’t get it.
I still can’t swallow the idea that a dog really likes me enough to not eat and be somewhat, vaguely traumatized because I’m not home.
Asher, that’s the lovable rat’s name, will also not eat his food usually unless someone pours water on it. I can’t figure him out. He’s spoiled rotten. He very rarely gets table scraps, so he’s not too bad of a moocher. I don’t know. I wonder how many other dogs do stuff like this.
