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Friday, May 10, 2019

The Power of the Snoot.

I came home two days ago, walking up the front walk to the accompaniment of the dog alarm.  They can see that it's me, but that does not stop them from alerting everyone in a mile radius that someone approacheth.  DANGER!  DANGER! (Will Robinson!  for those of you ancient enough to recognize the line.)


When I got to the front door and unlocked it, I could not get it open.  There was much frenzied yapping in the living room and, having not forgotten the horrors of old, I dropped my bag, vaulted down the front steps, tore around the house to the back, took the backs steps five at a time (there are four) and ripped open the sliding glass door.


At which point, the barking ceased and everyone was so happy to see me.


Peanut, his first day out of stir, had toppled a 40# box containing my quail food, had wrestled with it (pushing it against the front door) gnawed on it, clawed it, and had managed to chew off an end corner (HEAVY cardboard box), chewed through the packing paper and chewed off a corner of the feed bag.  He was moving pretty slowly by the time I got to him.


Seriously?


Judging by the 'end' result, both he and Lovey had managed to inhale some of the high protein organic feed.  There were small portions for dinner that night and The Pat is back in stir while I am not there.


It boggles the mind.

14 comments:

Retired Knitter said...

hahaha! I am surprised that they didn't try to convince you that an intruder had entered, open the feed and ate it! Hope he is ok after that gorge fest.

Nancy @ Little Homestead In Boise said...

Oh my! I love the new netflix lost in space, especially the chicken they built in as a recurring character! Funny!

Leigh said...

Whew, a heart stopping moment! The kind that makes the imagination run wild and the reality makes you scratch your head.

Kristina said...

Oh man, lol!

Ed said...

I've always thought a pet cam with an app on the phone would come in handy.

Rain said...

Susan, you tell a good tale, too bad it ain't a tall one lol...

ellen abbott said...

quail food? do you not feed those dogs? rhetorical because I know you do and far better stuff than my dog gets.

Mama Pea said...

Oy. I can just imagine the conversation between your two pups after you've left for the day.

"So, Lovey, what's on your list for the day?"

"Gosh, PB, I'm plumb out of ideas. What you gonna do?"

"Well, since we can't get outside, it will have to be a project inside."

They both sit and contemplate, looking around the room.

Suddenly, it pops into PB's head.

"I know! Let's time ourselves and see how long it takes to chew through all the packaging to get to that big box of the quail food!"

To which Lovey replies, "I'm with you, pal. Then we can sample it and see if Mom feeds those chirpy-screamy-schreechy birds better than us."

ErinFromIowa said...

Now that was funny! Sorry. I feel for you. I have a bossy tortie who occasionally writes an editorial column. Thankfully, it's usually on a bathroom tile.

Joanne Noragon said...

Some heart stopping stuff, but that pup knows how to play it for all its worth!

Michelle said...

Only a dachshund.... 😳🙄 Glad they didn't eat so much that you lost expensive quail food AND had to pay emergency vet fees!

ElaineChicago said...

Poor Doggos.....they are just starving because you don't feed them enough.......not!! I can't believe they ate quail food but, hey, food is food!!

tpals said...

I couldn't help laughing, but, oh my!

jaz@octoberfarm said...

this is what i love bout chow chows....it would be SO undignified to do that. i leave my garbage bag right on the kitchen floor filled with food and they won't even look at it.