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Dog v. humans. Dog wins.
Mar. 23rd, 2014 11:35 pmA memory from the 1980s sparked off by several recent facebook dog posts...
When Bridie, our lovely German Shepherd, became a mum for the first time her previously exemplary habits changed and she started to scavenge any food she could get, including whatever she could steal from the kitchen counters if we carelssly left food on there. To put her off, a friend suggested making an extra hot mustard sandwich and leaving it in an accessible place on the edge of the counter when we went to bed. It had worked for his dog, he said. So this we did. In the morning the sandwich had - predictably - gone and Bridie's water bowl was empty. So we followed the same routine on the second night and, again, the sandwich vanished and the water bowl was drained. Third night the same. Ok, we said, this just isn't working, so we decided not to keep repeating the pointelss exercise. On the fourth night as we went to bed, Bridie sat by the countertop with a look on her face that clearly said: Where's my sandwich?
1985 Bridie on the right. On the left is Esca, the pup we kept from Bridie's first litter. (Not to be confused with the current Eska.)
When Bridie, our lovely German Shepherd, became a mum for the first time her previously exemplary habits changed and she started to scavenge any food she could get, including whatever she could steal from the kitchen counters if we carelssly left food on there. To put her off, a friend suggested making an extra hot mustard sandwich and leaving it in an accessible place on the edge of the counter when we went to bed. It had worked for his dog, he said. So this we did. In the morning the sandwich had - predictably - gone and Bridie's water bowl was empty. So we followed the same routine on the second night and, again, the sandwich vanished and the water bowl was drained. Third night the same. Ok, we said, this just isn't working, so we decided not to keep repeating the pointelss exercise. On the fourth night as we went to bed, Bridie sat by the countertop with a look on her face that clearly said: Where's my sandwich?
1985 Bridie on the right. On the left is Esca, the pup we kept from Bridie's first litter. (Not to be confused with the current Eska.)
