Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Thank you dad, may I 'ave some more?

So we have this thing called a "kibble nibble"--it's basically a plastic egg shaped thing with holes on either end. You can open it up and fill it with kibble, and then set it down and your dog can feed himself by rolling it around and gobbling up what falls out. It turns Furbo's 90 second hoover at the bowl into about 3-4 minutes banging around in the living room.

So this morning I turn him loose with it, and hear him banging around in the dining room, getting close to the kitchen where I'm fixing my breakfast. He goes quiet for a bit, and then the kibble nibble rolls a little more, right into my heals. I turn around, and Furbo is sitting very nicely in the doorway to the dining room, looking up at me like the kid from the Dickens' novel.

"Nice job buddy. I'll put that away."

I pick it up and put it on top of the kibble container. Figuring that he's not getting more, he snorts, wanders over and gets a drink and then wanders off. I figure I'll see him on the couch as I head back up to the office with my coffee, but he's no where to be found.

Finally I see him. Snoring in his crate. Tali babbo, tali figlio...

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