Thursday, March 11, 2010

Waiting for...

Peanut butter!

Sometimes I'll sit down for a snack of peanut butter and crackers. They love peanut butter, and they know the sound of the jar being opened as well as the sound of the top of the cracker container coming off.

I've always made it a rule to never feed dogs from the table, but I also contend that they are capable of making distinctions and I therefore make an exception for peanut butter and crackers. They're very good about remembering that the exception is for that one treat only.

They come and sit and wait for their share. Just as when divvying left-overs like steak trimmings, I say their name and then extend the treat. That way the other one doesn't grab for it -- Emma would be the culprit there! -- but patiently waits her turn. I guess the trick is always to be fair: "Mags!" is always followed by "Emma!" and thus order is established and maintained. Just as with other divvied treats, they count. It would be unthinkable to give Emma three and Mags only two. Indignant complaints would be registered.

When we're through with our snack, I extend both hands, fingers spread and palms toward them, while waggling my fingers I say "All-ee, all-ee!" and they go back to what they were doing before the siren-call of peanut butter drew them into the kitchen. Snack over.

There's always the next time.

6 comments:

Carteach0 said...

Perfect

Miz Minka said...

Beautiful dogs, perfect picture.

Kansas Scout said...

We have to toe the line with treats at our house too. Strict equality of distribution OR ELSE!
My Pointer is especially insistent.

BobG said...

Great picture of the dogs. People tend to underestimate the intelligence of dogs, I think.

SHARON said...

Look at those eyes. The eyes always get to me and the dogs know this. Such adorable babies.

Mark B. said...

Rio, will The Prairie WonderDawgz be darkening the doors at Chateau Iceberg again soon, I hope? The 'Berglets have been asking.

'Berg