our little thief

The last couple of days have been a struggle between trying to get Tango to eat his prescribed bland dog food, and trying to get Murray to eat his normal dog food. Of course, each one wants what the other is getting (I told you they are just like kids), so each evening we work to get each dog to eat what we are handing to them.

Murray is convinced that he likes what Tango is getting, even though he refuses it when we offer it to him. For some reason he doesn't connect that what we give him is the same as what we are giving Tango, so he begs for it, we give him some, he spits it out, and then begs again. I TOLD you he is the simple son.

Meanwhile, Tango is just plain starving. He would eat dirt if we'd let him, so he is scarfing down the bland dog food and then surreptitiously trying to steal regular dog food from Murray's bowl. Last night I spent 20 minutes with one hand giving Murray the kibble while holding Tango off with the other hand. If I take Tango out of the room, Murray won't eat, and if I keep him in the room, then he suffers. Sigh.

This morning, Josh decided to just put down the two bowls of food and watch them carefully to make sure they each ate their own. This weekend we will start incorporating regular dog food into Tango's diet, but for now he is still eating the bland prescription food. Tango ate his food with gusto. Murray pawed at the kernels, as per his usual eating style, but ate very little.

When Tango had almost finished his bowl of food, he turned away and started to walk out of the room. Josh bent down to pick up the bowl and noticed there was still a bit left. He had only taken his eyes off the dogs for a moment, and as Tango was exiting he called after him- "Tango!" in a mocking tone, to reprimand him for not finishing his bowl.

Tango turned around slowly and looked up at him with a guilty look on his little face, and before Josh could say anything, proceeded to spit out the kernel of regular dog food he had been smuggling out of the room to savor in the privacy of the dining room. The little scoundrel!