Taking the biscuit
For as long as I can remember, there has been a little ritual in this house.
Every night, after doing the rounds, locking doors and switching off stuff, the dog would get a little cuddle and a Bonio.
Sandy in particular was very fond of this ritual. She would sit quietly and patiently by my bed waiting for the cuddle and the Bonio. She would sit quietly with her eye firmly on my right trouser pocket, as that was where I kept the biscuit. If I gave her the Bonio without a cuddle, she would drop it and look at me disdainfully until I stroked her head, whereupon she would take the biscuit and bring it to chew quietly just outside the bedroom door. The odd time, just to tease her, I’d give her a broken one. She would give me a look of utter scorn and wait for the second half of it.
When Penny arrived, she copped onto the tradition straight away. Her ritual was to dash into the sitting room, crash onto the couch and then wait for the cuddle and the Bonio. As soon as I started switching off the lights she would run, skidding like crazy on the wooden floor and then crash onto the couch in an explosion of hairs. I would then give her a cuddle, and she would roll on her back but she would be licking her lips in anticipation all the time. As soon as I proffered the Bonio she would snatch it out of my hand and lace into it.
The other night we went through the whole rigmarole – lights off, door locked, crash onto the couch – and I gave her the cuddle. I then gave her the biscuit.
She looked at it scornfully.
It was still there on the couch the following morning.
Since then, the biscuit has been ignored. She eats it eventually but it’s no longer part of the old tradition. I have given up bring one in at this stage.
Last night I locked the doors and switched off the lights … no skidding dog … no crash onto the couch. Penny had decided she was going to forgo the cuddle and sleep on her chair in the kitchen.
I came down this morning. Penny was lying on the sitting room couch with the old tail thrashing in welcome. The Bonio was still there. It has been there for two days now.
Penny is obviously no respecter of traditions.
Have they changed the ingredients of Bonio?
Not that I know of. It still says "The Original" on the box.
So did HP sauce – it also said 'improved recipe' – so work that out.
Pears soap did the same, I used it for years but wouldn't buy it now.
Can't say I blame her. Have you tried eating those foul biscuits? I have. They are disgusting. I wouldn't feed them to a dog. Give the poor mutt a chocolate digestive instead.
"Have you tried eating those foul biscuits?" They're not that bad, as I remember [I had a poor upbringing and had to grab food from wherever I could!].
Isn't chocolate supposed to be very dangerous for dogs? Or was that a deliberate attempt to get me to poison my mutt? Bastard!
Personally I think the oul "Chocolate Poisons dogs" was started by Wimmin that didn't't like sharing their chocolate
Is she behaving normally otherwise? Not off colour I hope
She is as bouncy, cold-nosed, feisty and as lazy as ever. The only thing wrong with her is that she is moulting like the clappers for the last two months and we are ankle deep in white hairs.
Addendum to the above: She has just found yet another fly and is wrecking what's left of the place, bouncing off the furniture and walls as she tries to catch it.
Oh shit! She caught it. I feel sick.
Our late springer spaniel used to catch and eat wasps. Horrible to watch. She yelped it bit when she got stung, but never seemed to worry her that much. Shivers!
My late Siamese cat used to do that too, never seemed to get stung though and she lived to 21.
Rawhide sticks are the treat of choice for my two quadruped compatriots. They absolutely love them and it keeps them quiet for a lot longer than a doggie biscuit, AND they're a lot healthier for them.
Ozzie was (and still is to a degree) a quiet enough chap who loves nothing more than to lounge on the back of the couch staring out the window at the world going by. Then about three months ago we got Daisie (another Jack Russell) who's a real hell raiser that thinks Ozzie's there for her entertainment to pull and drag at. Poor oul' Ozzie hasn't a minutes peace with her.
But the intelligence of dogs in general never ceases to amaze me. It seems to me that they obviously know which press door in the kitchen is being opened, because it's only when I open the press containing the rawhide that they clamber out at top speed from the sitting room, whereupon giving me that "well; c'mon, hand 'em over" look.
Pig's ears are another little treat that our Sandy used to love [ever try walking into a shop and asking "Excuse me but do you have pig's ears?"]. The only treat our Penny would sell her soul for is goat's gouda cheese. She get's damn little as she's overweight as it is! Maybe I should get a Jack Russell to chase her around?
GD, my dally used to be quite partial to flies, but his favorite was spiders, he would play with them like a cat, then eat them. Mind you some of them can't have tasted that nice, he would spit them out (esp the fat hairy ones) and leave me to clean up the mess….gross.