You know how they say that people and their pets start
looking like each other after being together for years? Well, so far I haven’t
noticed that with my dog, Jester.
I’m crazy about Nacho Cheese
Doritos. They’re one of those “red light” foods for me which means I can’t have
them in the house. Actually, I can't have them within a 5-mile radius because I never know when to stop. Jester is quite fond of
them too so he’s not happy with my latest attempt at semi-healthy eating. Whenever I open the snack cabinet and pull out two measly, tasteless rice crackers, he looks as if I’ve abused him.
I did in a way. I decided that his “red light” food was the beef jerky dog treats I buy for him. He goes insane every time I say,
“Want a treat?” He’ll fly into the laundry room where I keep the dog treat
stash and salivate until I pull one out for him.
But he’s put on a couple extra pounds so I decided it was time for
him to go slim with the treats. No more jerky for this guy. He would have to
get used to pumpkin and turkey mini bones or blueberry mini-treats that looked
like Cheerios.
His human-imposed health kick started this week. “Want a treat?” I asked him after a walk. Off
he went to the laundry room, saliva dripping on the floor in anticipation of
the jerky. Instead, he got the pumpkin treat. It was too small to haul off to
the living room rug so he downed it in one gulp, waiting for the real deal.
Poor guy actually pouted when he got nothing else. I’m sure he wishes he could
restrict my treats. I kinda wish he
could too.
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