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!
We have 2 enforcers here. They enforce the rules for the cats. If I am too far from a cat to stop them or just plain too lazy to get up all I have to do is say the cat's name and both dogs handle the offender. They discipline with barking and a good chase around the house.
Beth....I always hear people say they've taught their cats to stay off the counters. Yeahright...they've only taught them to stay off the counters when people are around. I know Oliver is one to steal food...heck, he will steal it right off your plate while you are sitting there but I just never gave it a thought being involved in my daughter's issues.
If I take meat out to defrost I have to put it in the microwave so he doesn't open the package. With just the 2 of us we usually eat our dinner while watching recorded TV. I can't leave the platter of meat on the island and go in the other room, I have to put it in the oven or the microwave or he will eat it.
Both my red/white boys were ones for the paws in the glass of milk. I miss both those cats so much. Arnie, my first corgi, had a thing for cranberry juice. You didn't dare leave a glass sitting there and walk out of the room, you would come back to an empty glass. He was real good about it too..never knocked over a single one.
Bella's most famous food accident was the time she got into a tub of coffee ice-cream. It was the superbowl and we were shopping for snacks and left her in the house with the groceries for a couple minutes while we were preoccupied. Well, by the time I got inside, the ice cream bag was ripped open and the carton was dug up and torn through, and all the ice cream was GONE! It was on the floor, and in her tummy. Luckily, she was fine and did not need medical attention, but from now on we make sure to put the groceries (especially ice cream) one the counter!!!