My dogs. They frequently come up with something new that surprises me. Or confuses me. Or amuses me. Or frustrates me.
I do not give them table food. I think most of it is not good for dogs, so I try to stick to a healthy doggy-diet for them. Once in a blue moon I will give them each a small bit of meat or a couple pieces of popcorn, something for a treat. When I do that, I do it away from the table, so they don't associate the treats with the table, and thus, begin begging. It has worked pretty well.
Max is the only one who really "gets" human food. He is the one that I suspect lived on the streets for a period of time, so he probably got a lot of food from garbage cans or on the ground around restaurants or fast food places. He hangs out at my feet while I cook, hoping for me to drop something, and I often do drop small things like a shred of cheese or some crumbs. Lola watched Max for a while, and she got the idea and now hangs close in the kitchen, also. But the other three haven't bothered me. Until last week. Uh-huh.
I was in the refrigerator, getting something out, and I knocked a take-out container from the previous day's lunch to the floor. It popped open, and a pretty large amount of food on the floor. It was mostly vegetables, both raw and cooked, but flavored with the chicken that was included. I picked up the box pretty quickly, but before I could grab up the spilled food, all five of the babies were scarfing it down. I decided it was not worth trying to fight them all off, so I just let them clean up the mess. The floor was spotless when they got through!!
I thought nothing about it at the time, after all, it was just a one time thing. Until a few hours later.
I was putting the snow ice cream in the freezer, and I tried to set one container on the counter top while I stowed the other. Unfortunately, I didn't get it all the way on the counter, and it fell off. The top popped off and a significant part of the ice cream tumbled out. There was probably about 3/4 cup on the floor, and just as had happened earlier, all five dogs were instantly in the kitchen. The ice cream had scattered, so everyone got some, and I decided again to just let it go.
Now every time I open the refrigerator, my little darlings are all in the kitchen, very alert, tails wagging happily, and tongues hanging out hopefully!! Not only that, but when I'm fixing myself some food, they also wait expectantly for little bits to fall! They have been turned on to the wonderful world of human food. Dang.
I am trying to figure out a way to block them from the kitchen to break the bad habit, but my kitchen is a very open design, defying setting up a blockade. I'll figure out a way eventually, but in the mean time I have to be careful about turning around too quickly in the kitchen, or I will step on a dog or two! Pain in the tush!!
Durn dogs catch onto bad habits far too quickly!! I'd make a threat about giving them away, but I know a couple of you who would be at my door in five seconds flat! No, I'm keeping the little woogers.