I think it’s hilarious that dogs have “tastes” just like people do. I used to think that when my dog didn’t like a food, it meant all dogs don’t like that food. From this thread I see it’s not the case
It’s funny to see a dog turn down food. My dog sniffs it then turns her head away like an indignant child. Or sometimes she’ll take it and spit it out and make a funny face.
Even funnier is if they’ll only accept foods in certain condition. Like, my Dolly only eats SALTED nuts. Nothing unsalted for her, thanks! Sometimes she’ll turn down an apple if it doesn’t have peanut butter, or a carrot if it doesn’t have dip on it. Or she’ll suck the topping off and spit it out!
I’ve never seen a dog that ate fruit, but my mom had a black lab that would eat lettuce. His favorite, however, was a saltine cracker with butter on it.
If you gave him a plain cracker, he’d just leave it on his tongue, and stare at you with a pitiful look on his face.
Funny thread. Dogs really were smart when they hooked up with humans.
We used to have a mutt who loved apples above all other foods, and went mad for ice-cubes. Sheena just loved to chase a cube across the floor and crunch down on it.
Our family had a dog that loved being fed ground cherries. I taught him to stand for them. The only fruit he had a craving for was ground cherries.
I worked at a farm one summer with a dog that would chase a breathesaver rolling down the driveway. I droped one and the dog chased it down the hill and ate it. It made for great fun when waiting to start work.
Mr. S’s mom was a daily baker, so Benji got used to fresh homemade bread. After she died, Benji never ate store bread that was offered to him. He would turn it down in disgust. He had had better and wasn’t going back.
Funny little dog – he also would not eat a biscuit unless you offered it to him first. Had to be eaten out of your hand, not put in his dish or on the floor. Once we forgot and left an open bag of biscuits within dog reach, and found Emily happily chowing away on them. But Benji never touched them.
Alvin has to be handfed, if you put it on the floor, he’ll give a look of ‘the hell do you expect me to do with that?’
For breakfast, he used to get two pieces of buttered toast, sometimes with vegemite, but our late dog Cooper was the only one who actually liked Vegemite.
I don’t eat crusts and so, I always save them, add a bit of butter or tomato sauce and feed it to him. He also gets meat scraps (I may or may not feed him from the table when I eat).
We had a springer-cocker mix who would try to get the cucumber and carrot peelings out of the garbage, to the point where to avoid the mess we’d just peel those veggies straight onto the kitchen linoleum and she’d be milling around your feet slurping up the peels as they dropped and trying to shake off any that landed on her when she darted in your way.
On the non-veggie end, we had a wire-haired fox terrier who was hilarious in her people food preferences. Mom used to give her any leftover pancake bits from our plate, and she gobbled them eagerly. One day Mom had a tiny pancake made from the bowl-scrapings of batter, so she placed that fresh, whole pancake into the dog’s dish and watched expectantly. The dog sniffed it and then looked at her as if disgusted. Sure enough, she expected syrup. This was also the dog who would eat around raisins in a half-eaten bowl of raisin bran cereal, leaving a pile of licked-clean raisins in the bottom, and who would bark at jello because it was moving.
