The Discerning Diner

Dog owners know that sometimes your dog can suddenly and for no reason become a picky eater. Yes, this creature that eats bugs, grass, stuffing from a toy and other random objects (not to mention its own poop!) will – at one time or another – turn its nose up at its dinner dish and walk away in some sort of canine protest. But hunger eventually gets the best of them and they swallow their pride followed by whatever is in their bowl – usually in one giant gulp.

This is true with most dogs. Luckily for me, Jacques isn’t most dogs. (In case you’re wondering, that last statement was dripping, no, oozing with sarcasm.)

Jacques gets so excited when it’s time to eat. He’ll do doggie NASCAR laps in the living room or come running in the house from outside going full speed – ears back, head down, tongue flapping in the wind – then screech around the corner to the kitchen before coming to an abrupt halt right in front of his dish. Even though he’s winded from all the excitement, he finds the strength jump and down, twirl in circles and yell non-stop until his food dish is placed in front of him. Then he falls eerily still and silent.


He looks at the dish then at you and sits down. He just sits and stares at you. He doesn’t move. I’ve come back 5 minutes later and he’s still there. Staring. In what appears to be disgust. Apparently Monsieur Jacques expected filet mignon and got the Pedigree special and was not happy about it. He eventually realizes that the filet dinner isn’t going to happen so he picks himself up, looks at the food one more time, and with a disgusted “hmph” he stomps off. He usually throws himself on some piece of furniture in a corner of the living room and grunts his disapproval on last time before falling asleep.

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The next morning when I check his dish, all of the food is still there. I guess he held out hope all night that a filet would magically appear in his bowl. (It’s probably similar to how I hold out hope that a winning lottery ticket will magically appear in my hand. It’s disappointing every time.) I’ll eventually hear him sneaking bites of his food. He’s too proud to go in and chow down. No, no, no… He can’t let you know that he’s lowered himself to the Pedigree special.

Keep holding out hope, buddy. Maybe one of these days you’ll find a filet in your bowl. And I’ll find a winning lottery ticket in my hand.

Totally random picture of Rocky… because I can. 🙂