Sunday, August 13, 2017

Bruce-3, Everyone Else-0

I feel that I do a pretty good job of educating people that interact with my dogs. People think that I tend to exaggerate about Bruce, but really I don't.

He has no shame. He gives zero f***s.

There is someone in my life who is in the process of forming close bonds with my dogs. This has been accomplished with time, patience, consistency, and LOTS of bully sticks.

They love him. They sing for him, and look for him.

He has recently started feeding the dogs off the back deck on occasion. Only when it is large chunks of meat.

He and I had plans for an outdoor concert yesterday evening, and I was going to feed the dogs before we left. They were having chicken leg quarters. Each dog was to receive one quarter, and each quarter probably weighed between 1 and 1.5 lbs. The quarters were already thawed in a large Ziploc bag, ready to go.

He took the bag of chicken, along with some treats, onto the back deck. The dogs were already outside. He handed out the treats, which the dogs happily took.

He was getting ready to feed them the chicken, and he held the bag out for Bruce to sniff. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I was like "NOOOOOO......."

In a split second, Bruce grabbed the bag and took it from him. He looked at me, somewhat dumbfounded. I couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Once Bruce has something, there is no getting it back from him.

He ran inside, ripped open the bag, and gorged himself on about 4 lbs of chicken.

Neeko and Faolan had the good sense not to pester him. But we now had no dinner for them. Bruce didn't realize (or didn't care) that the contents of the bag were meant to feed all three dogs.

Fortunately, I keep individually frozen whole sardines. He fed several of them to Neeko and Faolan, along with some Stella & Chewy's freeze-dried raw, while Bruce chomped down on 3 chicken quarters.

Once he finished, I recovered what I believe to be most of the Ziploc bag.

No real harm and a lesson learned. Zero f***s given, story of his life. Dammit, Bruce.


  1. Not Bruce's fault one bit! He held the bag out for him to sniff....Bruce was just being a dog, if I were a dog and someone held a bag out to me, I would assume that it was MINE for the taking! DakotasDen

  2. Luke is never contrite when he steals stuff off the kitchen counter either! Just last weekend, he ate three fresh baked blueberry muffins. I had them barricaded, thinking if he tried to get to them, he'd knock something off and scare himself. Somehow he can become quite ninja-like when it comes to stealing food, and even if he does knock something off it doesn't seem to scare him one bit!
    Jan, Wag 'n Woof Pets


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