Stealth mode
New puppies are just so cute. We welcome them into our homes, in spite of the whining and chewing and “marking of territory” (otherwise known as wetting where they please). We cajole and give treats and sit with our cute puppies thinking that this is true bliss. No wonder dogs adopted humans; we are easily trained and SO gullible.
As we watch the month pass, our new friends grow, socialize, bark at strangers in a way that leaves us feeling secure that should an attack against our castles occur, the dog would repel all boarders. We guarantee the dog a place in the pack structure. I’m not sure how people living alone emulate a pack, but that’s for another day.
And then, finally, we come to grips with the fact that our cute little puppy is all grown up. This evening, supper was over; all who were hungry (and entitled) had filled their plates once or twice. The only remaining step was the transfer of leftovers to the refrigerator. In caring form, the dog had a full bowl of some famous brandname kibbles. It may well have been Kibbles, but I digress.
Someone returning to the kitchen sounded the alarm. The raiders were within. The cast iron put with the remainder of the spicy pork was about as close to clean and empty as it might be. Our stealthy puppy was up on hind legs, with her front paws firmly placed on the stove surface for support, and with a final gulp and flourish, the pot was empty. No leftovers to worry about, folks.
We forget that puppy growth is exponential, and the wiley cousin of the coyote is no stranger to forage. I wouldn’t have thought her tall enough to clear away supper… now we all know. If you leave it, she will find it. The refrigerator is more than a shrine to open and pray before. Put the food away, before it serves its role as prey, if you want to pray later.
