Hands up those of us who give our pets tit bits from our plate (not necessarily licked off the plate mind).
Hands up (and stop sniggering) those of us who have done so with, how-shall-we-say, unfavourable results?
I thought so. There are a lot of us about.
Maggie likes to have a taste of whatever we’re having, from breakfast cereal to chips and yoghurt.
We do not let her have things like chocolate, any spicy food, onions, sprouts, carrots or pasta, though she is rather partial to rice which is no problem as we have a fair bit of it one way or another. She has hers with a drop of milk, we have ours with chilli or curry!
An ex boyfriend gave his dog Saki once, and then wondered why he staggered a bit.
We have all seen at least one film where the mutt fetches the beer out of the fridge and gets some (‘Shooter’ comes to mind here) and think how cute it is.
All of us dog owners become connoisseurs of dog poo, and recognise our owns by colour, texture and consistency. It also helps us to know they are healthy.
Some people can even identify a dog’s diet without the need of a laboratory, and hey, we all know when a dog has eaten something that doesn’t agree with them.
One of my earlier dogs had a terrible case of worms, or so I thought. My Ex had actually given him the left over spaghetti pasta which sadly went straight through him.
The ‘phantom poo-er’ on the dog walk is still with us, and I have seen him let his dog loose then wait in the car park and watch it chase the rabbits, sniff out the latest offerings in the grass, and then add its own.
A poo bag (even those supplied by the marina) never crosses his mitt to clear up after his mutt and that leaves me more than a bit miffed!
With the Festive Season coming up, it’s all too easy to give in to those pleading brown eyes as they gaze lovingly at us, our plates and then back again. It may be all very well saying ‘it’s only a little bit’, but if enough members of the family give our furry friends a little bit, that soon amounts to a lot of it, which in turn can amount to an unwelcome pile of s**t.
For my part, I can tell when Maggie is missing something in her diet purely by the colour. This is usually related to biscuits, and I don’t mean gingernuts (only those dunked in daddy’s tea) or custard creams (we share, half each). We have always tried to find the right balance and thus opt for dry food rather than tinned.
On our dog walks in the woods before we came here, there was so much muck we knew which dogs were ‘laying’ what. One couple fed their Irish Setters on anything with sweetcorn in it.
Funny though, I never once saw a neat little coil of the stuff as indicated by what you can find in a joke shop.
Oh, and a definite No-No
DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, LET CHILDREN FEED THE DOG PEANUTS.
My nephew did as the dog seemed to love them and sadly I wasn’t fast enough pulling the car over on the way home.