My friend recently wrote on her blog about her sweet little sprite of a dog stealing hot dogs during class. Read Team Small dogs blog here.
Her blog made me think about my own mismanagement of my dogs. What comes to the forefront is my dog Chester. Chester was my best friend for a short 7 years. In that time, the amount of food that he was able to steal and consume baffled my mind. What really was shocking was how little I knew about controlling the environment to prevent these behaviors, and how much he knew about manipulating me and getting what he wanted.
One October, there was about 20 people over for a birthday party for my husband. The table was full and somehow the B-day cake was put near an edge. During the hour or so that we all were selecting items from the table, eating, and standing around talking, NO one noticed that Chester was slowly eating the birthday cake.
That does not say that Fin, Tazz, Maddie, and the Rocks do not do their fair share, I'm just saying, I don't know the emergency room crew by first names any more. No more when I rush into the vet office do they say, "You again? Come on back, we have the charcoal ready for you."