Small dogs can be some of the fussiest eaters on the planet and it can be so frustrating at times when whatever you put down for them they just look up at you as if to say “…and this is?”
It doesn’t matter if yesterday it was the tastiest gourmet meal they ever experienced, today it’s pigswill “and you expect me to eat that?” Then they go off to see what unspeakably gross morsel they can find in the garden…
Of course, they’ll eat whatever you’re eating in preference to their own food.
It amazes me that they’ll bite you hand off to get a piece of carrot peel or fight each other to the death for a fallen piece of onion on the kitchen floor rather than eat their own food.
Today was just one of those fun days. Ronnie had eaten all his food this morning but Daisy is infinitely fussier. Well she looked down at her bowl, then up at me as if I was serving her up a pile of rocks! Needless to say, she gave me the finger and sauntered off to sunbathe on the balcony.
I don’t give in to that behaviour either, so the bowl with it’s food went into the refrigerator. This evening she decided she was hungry so I got her untouched breakfast out and put it down for her. Of course, as they both share what comes out of the tin and I wasn’t opening another one just for Ronnie, he got a bowl of dry food with a little of my leftover tomato soup on top.
Well that did it.
Daisy deliberately knocked her bowl over and scattered its contents over the floor then tried to push Ronnie away from his bowl so she could eat his. As he’s a wimp and will simply let her do what she wants for a quiet life I had to intervene.
I picked her up and took her into the other room and closed the door on her, where she simply stamped her foot and barked her little head off!
Ronnie gobbled his food up while the coast was clear then went out to the balcony to keep away from his angry step-sister!
I ended up scraping up all the food off the kitchen floor and put it back in Daisy’s bowl. I let her out of the room where she just trotted merrily into the kitchen, flicked her hair at me as if to say “bite me” and proceeded to eat her meal!
Don’t you lust love ’em