by Karla ° Saturday, October 3, 2009
Nate totally loves to feed Samson. He also likes to pull his tail but Samson loves any and all forms attention and would probably still love you if you threw bricks at his head because that is the kind of loyal/insane dog that he is. But when it comes to food, my dog has no will power. The other day Mark, not remembering we have a dog that could eat twelve horses for dinner and then a crate of ice cream for dessert left two freshly grilled chicken breasts on the counter. Guess who had a cheese bagel for dinner and who ate like a king that night? Hint: It was not Mark.

Anyway, Nate gets a kick out of feeding the dog. He will sit there and meticulously feed him one kibble at a time until the entire massive bowl that is required to fuel a 90lb dog is done. One by one by one.

And most of the time, Nate makes Samson sit for each kibble. So if you multiply a million kibbles a day times sitting for each one, I think we’ve found the greatest occupier/distraction of toddler attention span of all time. And sometimes, he makes Samson sit and stay while he carefully places like, a hundred kibbles in a straight line. I’m not sure why Nate likes to do that but it kind of reminds me of a line of crack infused with specially formulated kibble for large breed dogs. It’s pretty funny really, watching Nate be all, “NO SAMSON! NO! DON'T TAKE IT SAMSOM! NOT YET!” And Samson is all like, “OMG! OMG! Do I sit? Lay down? Yoink a freebie? Eff it. I’m totally yoinking a freebie. YOINK!” And then Nate has a melt down because Samson stole a kibble in the middle of the line and that means the entire line of kibble needs to be rebuilt and Samson absolutely must wait with bated doggy breath for his next single serving of kibble.

Today Nate wanted to give Samson a cookie. And I was all like, “Of course Sweetpea. Samson can have a cookie, you know where they are.”

And then I went about doing whatever I was doing and found Nate with this:

Clearly next time Nate asks if he can give Samson a cookie I need to remind him that cookies are a sometimes food and we probably should only eat one or two at a time because I’m pretty sure if Samson DID eat that massive pile of doggy cookies he would totally have a massive pile of doggy diarrhea and then Mark and I would ultimately end up having a very elaborate argument ending with us playing Rock Paper Scissors to decide who has to clean it up.
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I'm laughing that you and Mark play Rock, Paper, Scissors because that is totally how Shawn and I have ever decided who is changing the babies diaper, giving the kids a bath or getting up with them in the morning. It's like the greatest decision maker ever!
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