Food & Treats
Chancy loved his food and treats. Several times he went counter surfing when we weren't home. He once devoured two batches of grandma's home made chocolate chip cookies. On two separate occasions he ate two packages of Sweet Hawaiian Rolls.
He also had a hankering for Honey Bun pastries and once sneaked one from Grandpa's chair when no one was watching.
One of my favorite stories was when he ate a family pack of chicken drumsticks. The skins did not digest well and they'd get stuck on their way out. We spent a week pulling them from his butt like baby wipes.
Small red potatoes were another thing that did not digest. He loved left overs and on one occasion gave him some stew. Two days later he puked up several whole potatoes. Two weeks later he finally threw up the last one. No more potatoes.
I often saved chicken and tuna juice to pour on his kibbles as he loved "gravy". One day I pulled some from the frig and stirred it into his food. I even gave him extra because he'd been sick, but... he wouldn't eat. He'd recently started having his seizures and was on heavy medication, so I assumed he just wasn't feeling well, because typically he LOVES to eat. An hour later he finally went back to his dish and ate it... but very slowly. He then started salivating with huge drool streams hanging from his jowls. I was really worried until I returned to the frig and realized that the tupperware of chicken stock and my tupperware of lemon juice looked almost identical. I quickly sniffed them and realized I'd mixed up the two. My poor boy was so hungry he'd actually eaten it. I googled it and found that it's actually good for a dogs coat and digestion if you can get them to eat it. He obviously didn't like it, and I felt sooo bad! He got extra treats that day!!!!
Grandpa taught Chancy how to beg or as he affectionately called it "Puppy Paws". Chancy always knew he'd get the last bite, so he'd stand back and try to watch unobtrusively. He knew who the fast and slow eaters were and would go to each in the appropriate order. When he saw the food was getting just a little too low on your plate, you would find a paw in your lap as a reminder.
He knew that words like "tink tink" meant he was getting the last of the milk in a cereal bowl. This started from clinking our spoons against the bowl.
He also had a hankering for Honey Bun pastries and once sneaked one from Grandpa's chair when no one was watching.
One of my favorite stories was when he ate a family pack of chicken drumsticks. The skins did not digest well and they'd get stuck on their way out. We spent a week pulling them from his butt like baby wipes.
Small red potatoes were another thing that did not digest. He loved left overs and on one occasion gave him some stew. Two days later he puked up several whole potatoes. Two weeks later he finally threw up the last one. No more potatoes.
I often saved chicken and tuna juice to pour on his kibbles as he loved "gravy". One day I pulled some from the frig and stirred it into his food. I even gave him extra because he'd been sick, but... he wouldn't eat. He'd recently started having his seizures and was on heavy medication, so I assumed he just wasn't feeling well, because typically he LOVES to eat. An hour later he finally went back to his dish and ate it... but very slowly. He then started salivating with huge drool streams hanging from his jowls. I was really worried until I returned to the frig and realized that the tupperware of chicken stock and my tupperware of lemon juice looked almost identical. I quickly sniffed them and realized I'd mixed up the two. My poor boy was so hungry he'd actually eaten it. I googled it and found that it's actually good for a dogs coat and digestion if you can get them to eat it. He obviously didn't like it, and I felt sooo bad! He got extra treats that day!!!!
Grandpa taught Chancy how to beg or as he affectionately called it "Puppy Paws". Chancy always knew he'd get the last bite, so he'd stand back and try to watch unobtrusively. He knew who the fast and slow eaters were and would go to each in the appropriate order. When he saw the food was getting just a little too low on your plate, you would find a paw in your lap as a reminder.
He knew that words like "tink tink" meant he was getting the last of the milk in a cereal bowl. This started from clinking our spoons against the bowl.