Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Puppy Love

There are 3 things in this world that I hate more than anything:

1) Going to the video store (which I've recently rectified with a ridiculous Netflix obsession)
2) Grocery Shopping (they should deliver!)
3) Vacuuming

Growing up, I can't remember a time where my family didn't have a dog. We've had Zonker, Mollie, Harvey, Sadie, Belle and now, Maggie. All had their particular favorites - popcorn, grapes, cheese, ice cream and apples, among others. While they had their preference in people food, they weren't too discriminating when it came to cleaning the floor. If someone was in the kitchen, the dog was too. Sniffing, snacking and loving every bit of every scrap that found its way to the floor.

My friend T stopped by the other night with her friendly Labrador. I was thrilled, not only to see T, but because I hoped her gentle giant would "vacuum" the mess that had become my kitchen floor. Turns out the Labrador was more interested in my balcony than my gourmet doggie treats.

Tonight I whipped up another batch of pasta yuminess. Unfortunately I slopped a bunch of herbs, chicken and carmelized onions on the floor. As I finished the dish and waded through the sloppy mess on the floor, I couldn't help but think of our dogs, always at our feet, eager to sample our food, never discriminating, always appreciative and forever loved.


T said...

That's highly unusual. I'm going to have to have him checked. This erratic behavior is grounds for dismissal in our house. The Labrador eats everything BUT his own fur, thus leaving me with the chore of removing it myself.

Margie said...

I'll lend you two Basset Hounds, they'll eat anything you drop on the floor. One just snagged a lump of PlayDoh my daughter just dropped. =O)