PASSIONATE RATIONS

My dog will eat anything.

Well, not anything exactly.   She doesn’t seem to like broccoli.

If I change the phrasing to say “my dog will eat anything sweet,” however, you will not fault me for over-exaggeration.   I have yet to find a sweet she doesn’t like.

I taught her well.

She also likes beer.  Of course, alcohol and sugar have always been close.

Not that I give her large amounts of beer, mind you (lest ye set PETA upon me), but I did give her a tiny taste once (maybe twice) and, ever since, she looks at me with wide, soulful eyes every time I drink one.   Freakin’ lush in the making, apparently.  I hope she didn’t get that from me.

And chocolate?  You can see her willing me to drop it on the ground every time I eat a piece around her.   Since that could kill her, it’s a very anxiety-producing experience, forcing me to eat the luscious stuff bent over the sink or some other obstacle to her mouth.  Of course, she did manage to pilfer and eat an entire tin of chocolate-chip cookies once and seems none the worse for wear (the dog, not the cookies–which are very much worse for wear).   Maybe she has a death wish.  Death by chocolate.

Crazy dog.   Lord knows what she’d do with a grape (also deadly).  I hope I never find out.