I’ve heard tell dachshunds are never dumb.
Wel_l_l_l…
In truth, he’s not dumb. He’s trained me pretty well. But he’s completely indiscriminate about what he eats.
It’s a problem, but my hope is that he’ll outgrow this piggish behavior.
I’m guessing it is the salt too.
Gotta be a little careful with salt and dogs though. Certainly they need salt but can’t handle as much as us humans (we sweat and release salt…dogs not as much).
A chip or two here and there is fine as a treat. Bayliss won’t mind the broken chips.
I think it is pack rules that you have to share even if you are the alpha. I’m sure Bayliss would agree.
Nah, getting “the most joy out of life in the moment” is one of the ways dogs are indeed smarter. Oh to be so zen.
Pringles aren’t potato chips, you know. They are potato composites, made from dried potatoes. If you check the back of the can, they are listed as “potato crisps”.
I like the sour cream and onion flavor the best.
Definitely in “some” ways.
We had a Safeway chicken on the country, picked up from the store on the way home.
Then it wasn’t on the counter.
I went looking for it. Found it on big Piper Mutt’s mat. Unopened. With him staring at the plastic container, clearly thinking: “There must be a way to get at that delicious chickenness…”
70 lbs of mutt, and he couldn’t figure out how to tear it open.
There begs a question. Did you eat it?
Sure. It hadn’t been opened!
My Parson Russell Terrier goes nuts whenever I make popcorn. He’ll eat as many kernels as I can throw to him, and I don’t turn away from him while holding the bag
But you gotta remember the dog motto - “When in doubt, eat it. If it wasn’t food, you can throw it up later.”
Also “If my human eats it, it must be good!”
my cats demand the teenist, tinyest, bit of a nacho cheese dorito.
They do wolf down food.
The cat Seigfreid would climb up my leg when I was eating potato chips.
ROFL, how endearing!! Ouch!!
I no longer have any cats but the last two I had would often come and beg when I was eating something. So, I’d put a little piece of whatever in front of them and they would stare at it and then walk away without eating it.
Never did figure that one out.
Did you give them to her?
Ah, they are cats. They do that.
He crawled up my leg and took them.
“Our human is eating it. Maybe we want to eat it too. – Now that we’ve had a good look at and scent of it, no, we don’t want to eat that. Why does the human eat this stuff? We never did figure that one out; but we kept trying.”
Outstanding, Sir.
Is that to me? If so, thanks – but, um, I’m not a “sir”.
Your pardon, Madame.