Giving an update to the war that was raging in the Piper household, I am happy to announce it has since subsided. Pudd’in has thrown up the white flag and has been behaving herself, as is dad. However, as history has always told us, it’s not long before another war breaks out. This time it’s dogs waging war.
Scooby vs Pudd’in, well not Pudd’in per se but Pudd’in’s lifeline, her food and Scooby and Seven against mom and dad. Ok, it’s not full blown war like we’ve seen with dad and Pudd’in but it’s certainly well played sneak attacks. Let me step back about five or six years ago when we got Scooby. He was a tiny little puppy that Kyle held on his lap and brought him home. Scooby has never known a time without us. Needless to say, over the years he has picked up certain eating habits from my parents. Basically eating anything he wanted, when he wanted, which he did a lot of. Now jump to a year ago when we rescued Seven from the pound. Unfortunately, he had two sets of families that returned him back to the pound before making his way straight into the hearts of the Piper’s. He was a year old. Seven, as far as we can tell has only had dog food. On a side note, I have never, in the 17 years I’ve had Pudd’in, given her anything but cat food and water. Anyway, over the most recent year my parents tried to ease Seven into their eating habits just as Scooby has always eaten. As it turns out Seven has a sensitive digestive system and he can’t handle different foods. Actually, mom found out that the Dad’s brand dog food has been agreeing with him the best.
Great! Problem solved, well no, it started another problem. Since Seven couldn’t eat scraps from the table, mom and dad felt it’s not fair to give one dog and not the other. Over the last few months they’ve really reinforced this rule in the house and reiterated it to me and Kyle. So new rule, don’t give the dogs food scraps! Check! No food scraps to either dog and as I’ve mentioned, Pudd’in never received any anyway. Seven, didn’t seem to know the difference, but Scooby on the other hand is taking this quite personal.
A few weeks ago mom told me she made dad fish with veggies for dinner. She set the plate of food on the table while dad took a shower. When dad came out, the plate was cleared, however he didn’t notice the cleared plate of missing food. I guess dad sat there for a while, then asked mom where the dinner was? Mom responded, ‘You ate it.’ followed by dad saying ‘No I didn’t, I didn’t eat anything.’ Mom said, ‘Ron, I made you fish and vegetables, where’s it at?’ At that moment those two, who probably looked like a skit from Abbott and Costello discussing Who’s On First?, realized there was a thief among them! All they had to do was ask, ‘Who ate pap pap’s food?’ and the guilty party walked right into his cage. So you see, Scooby decided he wanted to eat what dad was eating, throwing a good old fashioned temper tantrum. Scooby is basically telling my parents, you are not cutting me off of food just because of the new addition.
It gets even better, Scooby’s blatten defiance doesn’t end there. He is now showing his discontent through an easier innocent source. Pudd’in’s cat food! Since Pudd’in has a heart condition and she burns so many calories, we are having a hard time keeping weight on her. She acts very healthy and happy with long strong whiskers, shiny soft coat, and a playful demeanor, however she is very anorexic looking. In order to help Pudd’in keep some weight on, we have her on a special indoor high calorie formula. Well, apparently Scooby is in on the same special diet, because recently, mom and dad have been busting him, sneaking to the back room where Pudd’in’s food resides and dibing into the bowl. Mom made a comment not long ago to get more cat food for Pudd’in. I thought that was odd since she is only a six pound kitty and I just got her cat food. I shrugged it off thinking it was longer than I realized, no biggie. Then I heard the news. At that moment my eyes opened and as I compared the dogs, Scooby is noticeably thicker in the middle than he was before. I guess the high calorie kitty food is doing it’s job. Just on the wrong animal.
A weekend or so ago, mom made dad eggs and toast for breakfast. As she buttered the toast on the counter and walked away, apparently Seven decided to takes Scooby’s lead and help himself to a slice of toast. I asked mom, how do you know it was Seven. Mom’s reply, “Because Scooby was in the living-room and when I came out in the kitchen Seven was licking his lips.” Ummm
Just like children, the boys don’t realize we are trying to help them and not limit them. It’s for their own health. Well, I guess there’s another war raging in the Piper household.
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