Let's hear your funny "Corgi and food" stories!
Neither of my dogs actively beg, though both will sit hopefully nearby when we eat. They will crowd my husband because he sometimes gives them bits of apple or popcorn.
However, there are some things they know they get and then it's another story. We sometimes give them scrambled eggs, and we always toss them a few bits of breakfast cereal if we're having that in the morning. They'll get a little lettuce when we're making a salad, and the tiniest crumb of cheese if we're making a sandwich.
For the foods that the dogs know they will get, Jack will helpfully remind us if we "forget." He's so thoughtful! :) He'll sit in the kitchen and say "Huph" under his breath, wait 30 seconds and say "Huph" again. So if for instance we have scrambled them an egg and it's cooling on the counter; or if my husband "forgot" to give them their obligatory 2 bits of cereal, he'll "huph" in the kitchen til we "remember" his share.
That's the backstory.
For Easter, I made a lemon pound cake and baked it in a Bundt pan. Those of you who bake may know that "depanning" can be difficult with a Bundt. Well, last Saturday, a fancy dessert was not to be. I tried every trick I knew, but the cake came out of the pan in bits. I'd say about two-thirds came out on the first attempt. After much effort, about another sixth came out, then a chunk, then a section, and so on. It was a moist cake so I managed to cobble it back together (thank goodness it was for family and not a formal occasion!). But in the process, a big hunk fell on the floor.
Jack managed to get a nice big hunk before I got it away. Poor Maddie was too slow on the uptake and missed her share. But... well, I guess Jack now thinks that lemon Bundt cake is on the list of "food the dogs get."
I put the cobbled-together cake on the counter to cool.... and Jack sat in the kitchen the entire time, saying "Huph" very helpfully, every minute or so. No pacing, no whining, just patiently lying on the kitchen floor. "Huph. (pause pause pause) Huph."
I put the cake in a covered cake-carrier and he figured no more was coming his way, but the next morning I glazed it and left the carrier open for the glaze to set while we ate breakfast and, you guessed it: "Huph" the entire time.
There were leftovers which went in the freezer. The other night my husband and I got a piece out and left it to thaw on the counter. Jack ignored it while it was wrapped, but when we cut it in pieces and left it on plates to come to room temperature, well back he went to lying patiently on the floor, "reminding" us that he had not yet had his share.
Anyone else have funny food stories? I'm sure there are lots out there!
The most recent food incident involved Bailey and the bag of 3 deli sub rolls. I put them on the stove and pushed them back far enough, or so I thought. I went out to get the rest of the groceries from my car. When I returned, Bailey had somehow gotten the bag of rolls down, ripped open the bag, ate one roll and was half way thru the 2nd one. He saw me and took off to hide in another room to finish his snack! The last roll was still in the bag but had a corgi paw print in the middle!
A few months ago, Bailey grabbed an Entemann's pound cake box that had a chunk left in it. He ate it along with the paper wrapper. The best part was that he got his head stuck in the box! The window of the box showed his profile!
Oh, could I tell you stories.......
HAhahaha!! These are funny!
We can't open the freezer or get ice from the dispenser without Sparky, AKA Mr Hoover, being right there under foot hoping for an ice cube.
My funniest story so far was at the Florida Corgi Picnic last fall. Sparky was only a few months old and having a blast! I kept an eye on him, but he would get away from me occasionally. I was searching for him after everyone had eaten lunch. I rounded a group of chairs to hear a woman yell "he's under the chair EATING A PIECE OF CAKE" Yup, someone left a whole piece of buttermilk frosted chocolate cake on the ground, with 200 corgi's around! I grabbed him just as he was chomping up the last bite. He was licking the last bits of frosting from his face and looked at me with those big brown eyes as if to say, Nope, not me, I didn't eat anything!
How right you are!!!Their little snoopy noses fit right into a pocket!