Fe Fi Faux Dog Bowl Contest
Welcome to the world of Deborah Carmen, artist of the cutest dog pottery you could ever hope to find. It’s a whimsical world that captures the essence of doggy antics, creating a long lasting memory for you to have in your home.
Debby Carmen is an imagineer. She is a Laguna Beach, California artist, author, cartoonist and fabulist who dreamily draws, paints, sculpts, whimsical cats, dogs, and other creations of the animal kingdom. She chronicles random notions, furry motions and life’s nutty nuances depicting fun and farce, frolic and foible in her distinctively recognizable style and expressively vibrant color palettes.
Debby is noted for the MOST BEAUTIFUL hand crafted porcelain ceramic dog and cat bowls and treat jars on the planet; one of the few people in the world creating custom and uniquely distinctive pet bowls and collectibles for her clients furry fourleggers. Debby is recognized by numerous elite breed dog clubs throughout the country as their national specialty artist.
Debby was recently commissioned by 20th Century Fox to make several hundred dog bowls for the premiere of Marley & Me. She’s also the trophy artist for many national breed dog specialty shows, i.e, Westie, Corgi, French Bulldog, Maltese, Shih Tzu, King Charles, Bulldog, Affenpincer, Brussels Griffon, Welch Terrier, Wheaten Terrier to name just a few. Pretty impressive resume!
As if all this wasn’t enough, Debby has an adorable line of books for children. They’re fun books that help teach some valuable lessons.
KITTYWUMPUSS: A wonderful, self-esteem building, inspirational story about participation. This story shares the importance that winning begins when you show up and become part of the team and the value of fellowship and sharing among friends.
GRONK: A story about a playful and pleasing little dog who places fun in front of the obeying the rules. The lesson Gronk learns is about the consequences of not following instructions. Little things that can turn you green!
CHEWDALOOTIE: A story about the responsibility we all have to the things we value and cherish. Chewdalootie shows us the importance of caring for a pet once you accept the responsibility of ownership. Love is a commitment of giving and receiving.
For Debby’s latest book she collaborated with lawyer Kimberly Adams Colgate on a subject that’s important to all of us here at Dogster, pet trusts. The Pet Plan and Pet Trust Guide combines whimsical illustrations with practical need to know information. It’s a “how to” legal plan for your pet’s future security incorporating the newest and latest laws to secure your pets future well being.
If you’re interested in the book we have a terrific offer for Dogsters, 25% discount off list price (list is $28.99) on pre-orders. The book will begin shipping April 15th, so be sure to take advantage of the discount by getting your order in early.
To really get a feel for Debby’s world visit the Fauxpaw Gallery, you’ll find an incredible array of hand made ceramic plates, vases, bowls and much more. We have a great special for Dogsters, 20% discount on any and all orders placed as a New Year Promotion thru 2009!
One very lucky Dogster is going to win a handmade dog bowl. To win leave a comment in the comment section sharing a funny food story. The contest runs today through Monday, January 26th when I will pick one winner based on their answer.
Good luck!
My Mom, Patti, has had quite a few weird dogs,(I’m the normal one)-
One of the strangest was Jenna- her first Jack Russell…
Jenna traveled all over the US to big horseshows. While at the East Coast Championships, one year…
Funds were very tight, Patti was there qualifying her mare, Toy for Nationals.
They were feeding the horses, early one morning, and noticed, Jenna was missing…she showed up some time later…
The folks a few stalls over had taken her out for Breakfast with them, apparently Jenna let them know that the meals at the barn were lacking…
Jenna managed to get fed at all the big shows, while at Nationals she had “friends” bring her a whole slice of Prime Rib- she did not share it, either…
One time I left Murphy’s training treats up on the table (in a sealed container). He hopped up onto the chair then the table, knocked the container down then figured out how to open the lid. He ate them all before I even realized what he did. Hes a little sneak lol!
We went on a camping trip with friends one weekend on an island in one of our larger lakes. The dogs could run free and play with no restrictions. We were all sitting around the campfire making sandwiches when Ping comes tearing thru camp, snatched the meat right off the bread of our friends sandwich and kept on going. She never slowed down. It was an “eat and run”.
When Chuppy was a about 4 months, he never did like eating straight from the bowl, and always flipped the bowl and poured all the food on the ground. He literally liked to eat from the ground! We call him a Robin because he looked like one when he ate from the floor like that. Hitting Age 1, he never did do that again, and Now eats straight from the bowl, I guess he was just going through a puppy phase!
My funny food story isn’t really that funny, it’s more cute.
When I set the three dishes of food down, I separate them througout the room, so there are no disagreements over the food. Each bowl is filled with the same amount of the same type of food. As I set each dish down, Sophie is right there to take a taste of what’s in the dish. After I get all of the bowls set down, and Sophie has tried the food in each of them, she picks one and eats from it. The other two (Bailey and Bandit) wait until Sophie has made her selection before they begin eating (they are such gentlemen)!!
When Abby eats, she goes to her dish and grabs a few pieces then has to walk over to my husband and I and SHOWS us that she is eating! She won’t eat another bite until we tell her ‘good girl’!
I do rescue and one time I went to pick up Gracie from a woman that had her in a cat carrier in a hot garage in July.Gracie is a dachshund. I was also to pick up a new sink that day. On our way home I decided to buy Gracie a hamburger at McDonalds because I figured she had never had anything like that. I did not put her a carrier because the little girl had had enough of that. When I got home I told my husband the sink was in the back to bring it in.He came in and said who pooped in the sink? That.s when I knew Gracie had found a home with us.
When our Lab Ping eats his kibbles he walks a complete circle around our kitchen table while he is crunching. He does this every time he eats his food. He gets a bite, goes around the table and back to his bowl. My husband and i say he is a grazer. he just keeps going back and forth from his bowl ,around the table till he is done.
I give my dogs Frosty Paws sometimes as a treat. Well, my Alaskan malamute Yukiko loves them and always eats them very quickly. She loves them so much she even ate half of the paper cup one came in!
Well this is a funny story…You ask Minster if he wants to go out and he imediately runs to his food bowl and takes a bite…Then looks at you..Then no matter how many times you say “Ready” each time he goes back to the food bowl and takes a bite..It went on one nite for 20 minutes before my husband got up and let him outside..
I got Jiggs a special bowl to slow down his eating. The bowl has dips in it where you can put the food so the dog can’t wolf down his food Jiggs head is so big he couldn’t get to the food and he was totally confused. LOL, he couldn’t figure out how to eat. The look on his face was priceless, that alone was worth wasting the money on the bowl.
I have two beautiful siberian huskys. When my white male was about 3yrs old he would run as fast as he could around the back yard, in through the house and charge to jump on me. But one day his paws where wet. so when he ran across the tile floor to jump up on me, he missed and slid head first into the couch.
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Whenever my Baby Boy Indy would eat pig ears he would always have problems getting them down. I don’t know how many times I had to give him the Heimlich to get him to cough up the ear and try again. None of my other dogs ever had trouble, it was just Indy. I would always have to make sure to never leave them alone when eating the ears.
One time Indy was making licking sounds and pacing after eating his ear. He just kept walking around licking his lips. I tried the “old faithful” Heimlich but nothing happened. I opened his mouth real wide and saw nothing. Checked underneath his big lips where he sometimes stores food and still nothing. He still kept licking his lips. I then decided to open his mouth real wide again and let his Gramma look in there with a flashlight, still nothing to be seen.
Finally Indy started to relax and sit down and forget about the licking. We figured whatever it was must have passed. Surprisingly, he continued with the licking and pacing after only about ten minutes or so. Now I knew there was still something stuck in his throat somewhere! I had to find it. I took off my rings and opened his mouth real wide again. Of course he always hated this. I reached my hand deep in his throat until he gagged. You’ll never guess what I found! Perfectly formed to the roof of the back of his throat was this very soft very gooey disgusting pig ear! It was shaped so perfectly with the roof of his mouth that we not only couldn’t feel it but we couldn’t see it either. It’s like it was now becoming a new part of his mouth. I pulled it out (wasn’t easy), Indy gagged, I threw it away. He never had another pig ear after that. Well, maybe just one of those tiny strips but definitely not an entire ear!. Those things can be very dangerous! Not to mention VERY slimy too!
My husband and I were leaving on vacation and my parents offered to dog sit – Sampson, my St. Bernard. We arrived at their house to drop Sampson off just as they were sitting down to dinner. Country Fried Ham Steak, potatoes, biscuits — the works. Now Sampson was extremely well behaved and his manners were excellent. When he would sit next to the kitchen table he could actually rest his head on the table, but he never never touch a thing. We stayed just long enough to drop Sampson off and even though my mom wanted us to stay for dinner, we passed and headed out the door. My folks walked us to our car for a final hug and kiss. Well, they sat down for dinner and were dishing up their plates, when my dad noticed the ham steak was missing. He figured mom put it in the oven to stay warm and asked her to get the ham out of the oven. She said “I didn’t put it in the over”! Dad said, “You had to because it isn’t on the table.” They both looked at Sampson who was now resting next to the couch licking his lips. You guessed it — he at the ham steak — bone and all. From that day on — Sampson was never left alone with a ham, whether it be Thanksgiving, Christmas, or Easter.
Now these girls are all dachshunds and you would think that leaping like a frog is way out of the question. Well I am here to tell you that Dottie can and does jump like a frog and can get higher than the kitchen table. It is this leaping that led to my story.
Back around Christmas my daughter and I were working on homemade dumplings for chicken and dumplings and had just finished rolling out a ball of dough on the table. While I went to get the cookie sheets and wax paper, we were freezing them to use later, my daughter went to answer the phone. Well all the dogs were in the house and had been there with us as we worked so it was no big dealto see them near the table. I had just set the wax paper and cookie sheets down ans was getting ready to begin putting the dumplings on the first shett when I noticed that there were dumplings and flour missing from one corner. Well I thought maybe my daughter had some trouble rolling them out and the missing ones were stuckto the rolling pin. I looked at it and no dumplings. I looked at the floor and saw flour, not unusual as we tend to get some on the floor as we work, so I ignored it. It was at that moment that my daughter returned from answering the phone and she burst out laughing as she entered the kitchen. I looked at her and she pointed to her puppy Dottie who had a very distinctinve white gooey mustache and beard. Dottie had made one of her leaps, tilted her head, and had slurped several dumplings and flour off the table. Needless to say the neighboring dumplings ended up in the doggy tummys as they would never do for the finicky family if they ever found out what Dottie had done and that we had kept the ones where she had slurped.
OH MY GOODNES where to start, well the one funny expieriance we ALL had with Marley was this past Thanksgiving!!! It was my first time making the dinner at our new house, and both sides of the family, plus friends were all coming over!!! I stayed up pretty late preping the turkey, basting the ham, and all the other fun stuff (i hope to never do again)…lol! I woke up early the next morning, got everything going, FED Marley HER food, and waited for our guests to arrive, Thank goodness my whole family has a pretty good sense of humor or all would have been heck at Thanksgiving dinner, cause you see when the turkey was done, it looked GREAT I was so proud of it and when it was carved it fell off the bone, As I went to set up our (buffet) style feast, everyone was in the living room watching T.V and My fiance had let Marley outside or so we thought….I forgot to shut our kitchen windows (after burning the marshmallows on the yams) which the windows are fairly low to the ground and when Marley was a puppy she pulled the screens out so they were just open! Marley snuck in to the kitchen and grabbed 1/2 the turkey and knocked over the rest, knocked over the mashed patatoes and ate EVERY ONE of the deviled eggs and where was she eating all this you ask? OUTSIDE were she knew she was supposed to be!!! It was a disaster, Thank gosh we still had the ham! Since then we’ve watched alot of “its me or the dog” and have taken some of Victorias techniques and use them at home!!! Needless to say, that was the LAST THANKSGIVING DINNER Marley will ever eat!
From the very first day he arrived, Rebel has an unusual way of eatting. He eats down one side of the bowl, until he has eaten only one side of the food, leaving the other half intact. If you ever pass by his bowl it looks like a pie chart for “half empty”.
Star
One school morning, I got up extra early so I could make myself a BLT for breakfast. I put the bread on a plate, the bacon on the bread, and then went to the fridge for the rest of the ingredients. In the instant my back was turned, Star, my German Shepherd, had flipped the bacon onto the floor – ignoring the bread, of course, – and had devoured it before I could reach him. It’s funny now, but…
Sancho Panza
While moving from New York to Nebraska, my dogs and I spent the night at a motel. The clerk told there was a free full buffet in the morning, so I planned to attend…without the dogs. The next morning as I prepared to got to the buffet, my three dogs eagerly pushed their way out the door into the hallway. Cinder and Freckles returned right away when summoned, but Sancho ran the race of his life…straight for the buffet tabels. There was a hallway the hotel folks called the “green mile” and his four legs got him there a lot faster than my two. As I approached the turn off for the buffet, I heard two voice giggling and suddenly, there was Sancho. He saw me, came to a screeching halt, realized he was cornered and slunk back very unwillingly to me. The young ladies told me Sancho ran right up to the buffet tables, like it was all pre-planned, but was unable to help himself (no opposable thumbs). He didn’t get any goodies, but not for lack of effort or determination!
My boxer never ceases to amaze me with his skill in foraging for food if we are not home even 1 minute past his dinner time. He is convinced that he will starve to death. Even when we think that we have hidden everything within his reach, he manages to find something to stave off total starvation.
He has devoured total loaves of bread stolen from counter tops. He has filched Halloween Candy and he has finished off half filled cereal bowls left in the sink. His most memorable crimes however include stealing a sealed jar of parmesan cheese from my counter and opening and devouring the entire thing without damaging the plastic container. My other favorite is when he managed to open my lazy susan cupboard and steal a box of cornstarch. When I came home I found him in the living room with white powder all over his face and a trail leading through my dining room. It looked like he had been on a cocaine binge.
After I adopted my third pup, I hired a pet sitter to come by my house during work days to give the dogs a potty break.The first week she was there she left the pantry door open a crack. My shih tzu figured out how to get the door open and (unfortunately) at the time I kept all the dog treats on the bottom shelf (with the door closed). When I came home one afternoon, the kitchen floor was sandy (actually “crumbly” would be more accurate) and I couldn’t figure out why until I found a box top to a brand new box of dog cookies and the pantry door wide open. The ‘culprits’ had opened the pantry and eaten a half box of cookies AND a full unopened box of cookies in addition to a huge package of pupperoni and a nearly full package of chicken chews. All three were laying on their sides in distress looking like they had eaten a 10 course meal! The empty box from the cookies was behind the toilet in the downstairs bathroom – I believe they were trying to hide the evidence. Luckily no one got sick but for the first time in their lives showed no interest in eating dinner… Since then I have moved all treats to the top shelf and warned the pet sitter… Now I only have to deal with my golden knowing how to open the cover on the plastic container of dry food. We hear the lid coming back down and crunch! crunch! crunch! when she thinks no one is around…
Gidget, being the very social being that she is, does not like to eat alone. Her “tummy alarm” goes off at about 6:30 P.M. and it sometimes doesn’t coincide with our dinner.
We used to place her dinner bowl in the kitchen, but find it someplace else. No one ever admitted to moving the bowl, so it was quite a mystery, until one day, I was sitting in my bedroom after giving Gidget her dinner. I heard something rattling, and looked up to see Gidget walking into the bedroom with her full bowl of food between her teeth. She neatly placed it on the floor near the bed, and proceeded to dine.
She has also carried her bowl to the living room, as well as the kids’ room. But it seems that her favorite dining area is my bedroom. I don’t know how many times I’ve walked in to find various bits and pieces of bags, boxes, and uneaten stuff “buried” in my bed. And when you “discover” these little tidbits, Gidget will grab them and proceed to bury them all over again in my covers.
My husband and I have a English Bulldog, 3yrs old named Sanford. We have only had him for 1 month or two at the time, He is your Typical Bulldog. He likes to cat nap and sleep off and on all day, then wants to play when its time for humans to go to bed. So my husband decided one day that he was going to play with him in the late afternoon and give him a attention and excercise in hopes if he kept him up he would sleep at night. My husband took out a remote control car that he got one year for Christmas, and was going to drive it around the house to see what Sanford would do. Sanford didnt like it one bit. He got down like a cat in attack position, Growled, Snarled, and barked at it. My husband thought it was the funniest thing. When I got home from work that evening, my husband wanted to show me what he did earlier in the day with it. Well he did the same thing, attack mode, and was just going nuts over it. Then he DID ATTACK. He picked up this 2lb Toy remote control car and threw it across the room, breaking the sideview mirror off. We laughed so hard, it was just hilarious. So we put the car away under a coffee table next the sofa, thinking, out of sight, out of mind. well not exactly. Everytime time Sanford walks past the coffee table he looks and growls at it.
I am a 2 year old pug named Lily. I have lots of friends who come over to visit and I know everyone in the neighborhood. I love to go walking outiside with my mommy and meet all of the new people. My mommy lets me play sometimes outside with the big kids, they come knock on my door and I hear them ask “Can Lily come out to play?” I just sat there waiting and looking up at mommy until she says yes, you can go and then I run out the door and play chase with the big kids. One day my mommy was taking me for a long walk, and we ended up on a different path than we normally do. I have to admit, I am a pretty popular girl around town, especially in the neighborhood, most everyone knows my name. Well, we were walking in a different area and there were two people outside in their yard that my mommy had never seen before. I was trying to make my way over to say hello and one of them said “Hey, that’s Lily” I knew they would remember me! My mommy said hello to them and asked them how they knew my name. She didn’t know they were outside one day with the big kids and they met me a couple of weeks back. It was so funny. Even as we walked away, they said you come back and visit us Lily.
Mommy still hasn’t taken me back there, but everytime I go walking with her I look for them and other people I know!
Oh Boy was Mommy MAD AT ME yesterday!!!!
We went to the park down the street and there were no other doggies and no one else at the park. So Mommy scouted it out, determined that the doggy police weren’t present and unhooked my leash. She pulled her arm back to throw my beloved purple Wubba Kong and instead of running after it, I took off at speeds never before seen for the far other side of the park.
Mommy ran her as fast as she could towards me, giving me orders, the nerve of her. BOY, did ignore her, OH BOY did I ever. Well I ran straight for some bushes that amazingly held over 25 rat chewed bagels someone must have dumped for the birds.
I got one of the delicious moldy bagels and Mommy tried desperately to get that away from me, did I ever mention how fast I am?
Well then right about the time I finished the 1ST bagel, I went back for more, Mommy didn’t realize there were over 2 dozen of them. So I snagged a second one whoo eeee!!!!.
So there’s Mommy running in and out of the bushes with arm loads of rat chewed bagels (BOL) while trying to watch me and look out for the doggy police. She’s totally freaking out, because she doesn’t know if the bagels were put there to kill the rodents and have poison on them or if I might get something from eating rat chewed bagels….it’s been about 20 minutes now of free for all running and bagel eating.
Well at this point, Mommy is SERIOUSLY PEEVED and so pretty much I figured I might as well enjoy my freedom while I have it, and proceeded to play keep away from Mommy for the next 45 minutes.
Mommy alternated between crying and screaming at me and she pretty much figures all the neighbors think she is certifiable. I knew I was gonna be in big trouble so I played as much as I could, hunted for more bagels and tried to go down the slide.
How did she finally get me? Well I was gettin’ thirsty from all the running and bagel eating and told Momma I needed a drink from the fountain….when I put my paws up to partake of the delicious water, my mean old Mommy snagged me. Man, but it sure was fun while it lasted.
Our German Shepherd Rasko was a Cookie Munster. Everytime my husband would talk on the phone, Rasko would keep barking until my husband would give him a cookie. He would also act like he had to go outside and when my husband would get up to let him out he would run to the cookie jar in the kicthen. Needless to say he had my husbahd very well trained.
When I was growing up we adopted a pup that had been dropped off at my Dad’s Shop. We named her wags because she never stopped wagging her tail. Wags was a happy little terrier and only around 10 weeks old when she wondered into the Auto Shop that cold morning. As she grew up we noticed a strange thing that happened. At dinner time we would set her food down. She would walk up and start wagging her tail because she was so excited. Then she would start growling. After the grows she would look at her tail and chase begun. She would chase her tail until she was so tired and couldn’t stand up any longer. She would lay down and eat her dinner. But never took her eye off that tail This went on every night at dinner for all of her life. Wags lived to be 8 and died of cancer. We never forgot that little pup that wondered into our lives and made us laugh.
Charlotte the “Rock Hound”
My daughter Aimee has an adorable big yellow lab. She is so meaty, everyone thinks she is a male until they hear her lady-like name… Charlotte! Charlotte, like most labs, has always had a healthy appetite. She eats in a flash, and sometimes that would bring on tummy upset. When she was still a pup, Aimee came up with the great idea of putting rocks into her bowl to slow Charlotte down. Charlotte has a big metal bowl with these shiny black plum sized rocks in it. No doubts when it is dinner time… she is a noisy eater! But it did the trick! Charlotte loves her food( dry of course)… on the Rocks! I wonder if this could be the newest diet craze…the Soup Rock Diet. Simply place 5-6 smooth and beautiful rocks in a pretty bowl. Add any soup you enjoy, and give yourself a treat of slowing down and enjoying eat spoonful! Maybe if we hum while we are eating, we could make it a zen-like experience!
Smitty, my 5-year old Cairn Terrier, has as an excellent “sniffer”! Every time my husband and I take a car ride to pick-up our prescriptions, Smitty accompanies us. Smitty absolutely loves to go “bye-bye car”! He is always rewarded at the drive-in window with some delicious dog treats. When we are at the traffic light before the drugstore, Smitty gets really excited because he knows we’re going to his “favorite store”! One time, the Pharmacy Manager decided to give him a dozen Milk bones. My husband and I had to go into the store that day to pick up some additional items. I thought I was being really smart when I decided to hide the bones in our recessed console and cover them up with a towel to prevent Smitty from getting at them. When I returned to the car, I was really surprized to find Smitty in the front seat, licking his chops after he had consumed all twelve of them! He even told me later on that he didn’t even get a “tummy ache” by begging for more food at the dinner table. Smitty really proved to me that he has a “bottomless pit” when it comes to treats!
When our dog Charley was just a few months old, I turned away for one second and when I turned back, the bottom half including all of the meat of my Philly cheesesteak was gone and Charley was licking his chops. My husband thought it was very funny because he still had his cheesesteak.
ELI, our 5 month old Golden Retriever, barked, “What a Golden idea, buy me something”, after viewing Deborah Carmen’s Fauxpaw Gallery….
MY DOG SHAY EATS BREAKFAST BAGLES EVERY MORNING SITTING AT THE KITCHEN TABLE IN HER OWN CHAIR WITH MY HUSPAND.
Mommy was ready to move out. The see through of our house was on a Friday and the closing set for the following Monday.
Mommy had to do some last minute shopping at Macy’s and left us in the house by ourselves as usual.
When she came back she froze :she heard a faint barking (my barking) . Peek a Boo and Crystal were in the living room and the bedroom door was closed with me inside.
And then the big surprise (not a big one cuz I have done this before).I got so mad by being left apart from my siblings that I distroyed mommy’s carpet .
Mommy I was trying to get out that’s all !!!
Mommy almost passed out!
The closing of the house was due the following Monday ! Well, mommy had to find a repairman (Saturday afternoon!!!) OMG!
After many calls she finally found a repairman who could come to the house on a Sunday morning to fix (well , try and do the best possible) the carpet.
I was 2 years old at the time
Ursula (the Maltese)
Because we rescue and foster dogs… at any given time we usually have 10 to 15 dogs in our home. On evening after a long day and feeling to whipped to cook my Husband and I stopped at out local pizza place to picked up a large pie for dinner. when we got home my husband laid the pizza on the kitchen table….thinking nothing of it because all of our dogs at the time were small (white) Maltese under 10 pounds most around 5-6 lbs…. then we both went to wash up before we eat ….when we came back to the kitchen some how and to this day we can’t figure that out….one of the dogs which we have to believe was Snuppy because he was the biggest…… got the pizza, box and all onto the floor were they had it completely devoured and were now working on the cardboard box ….the only proof we had that we brought a pizza home that night was a very chewed up empty box and 11 Maltese dogs covered in sauce and cheese. To this day we call it Snuppy’s pizza party. Snuppy said it sure would be nice to have this bowl for the next one.
my fun story.is about what it is like to be full.
as a baby i was in prisoned in a horrible puppy mill till 2.5 yrs old.all i ever knew was hunger.abuse neglect and violence.
.more then love and freedom i wanted food .to go to sleep with that warm feeling in my aceing tummy.
well one day that dream came true i found my forever home and my forever love and my never ending food bowl.bol.recently my vet grrrrl..put me on a diet .humpp imagine that..well noow i get fed 2 xs a day rx diet food.and mom slips in them bisquits too.
when you step back and look at it .it really is ok.because i am loved free to cuddle kiss run play and roll.
so maybe my story is not so funny after all.but it is from the heart..
and isn’t that close to the tummy…bol
sure like to win a pretty bowl..
hugs
trixiemae marshmellow ears
I am used to big dogs. My big dogs ate what I gave them, usually without even looking at what it was. Zoey is my first ‘not a big dog’ and HER eating habits have totally thrown me. She picks thru her kbble to see which one she wants, looks around while chewing so I have kbble strewn thruout the kitchen. If I clean up the rejected kibble and put it back in her bowl, she will refuse to eat ‘old’ kibble. She will love certain canned foods for days and then hate the same thing after. When I give her a treat, she will take it and then drop it, to sniff and debate whether she should eat it. When she is with other dogs and treats are being given out, she will s-l-o-w-l-y eat hers, while they are scarfing their treats down.
One time I left some snacks in a beach bag at home. Then, when we returned from an outing, our dog Winston came to the door looking sheepish, with his head stuck in the shoulder strap of the bag. It was a dead give-away what he was up to while we were gone!
My funny dog story goes on every single night when “we” go to bed. I have a lot of little Chihuahua’s and Yorkies. I have a ramp next to my bed so they can all get up and down safely to go to the bathroom on the pee pad, get a drink of water or to get some kibble.
I have a Chihuahua named “Reba” who is a real sweetheart. You might not say she is the prettiest Chihuahua but you would say her heart is beautiful. She is a truly grateful dog. You can just feel her thankfulness to now be living in a warm comforting home.
Well, each night when everyone gets up on the bed to go to sleep “Reba” always makes her way down the ramp and goes and picks up at least 10 little pieces of kibble in her mouth and brings them back up the ramp onto the bed. She drops them in front of her and begins to look around to make sure none of the other dogs are going to try and get her kibbles. The funny thing is… inevitably when “Reba: looks slowly to the left some of them quietly come up on her right side and grab some of her kibbles. One of my babies who is only 2 pounds just sits next to “Reba” (Reba is 6.4 pounds and is my biggest Chihuahua so it is all these smaller monkeys that keep getting the best of “Reba”) each time and waits for her to look away and takes her little paw and slowly extends her tiny paw out and pulls a few kibbles back over to herself and eats it before “Reba” realizes what happened. When “Reba” looks down to check on her kibble again she looks so confused… as to say, “Hey, where did my kibble go!!??” Then she looks up to the right and the little stinkers go to her left side and take the remaining pieces!! When “Reba” looks down again she looks even more confused than ever!!
Then “Reba” get up and goes down the ramp again and gets another mouthful of 10 little kibbles and comes back up the ramp with them back onto the bed and the whole process begins again. “Reba” makes her kibble trip up and down the ramp at least 8 times each night with the same results!! It’s not that “Reba” is a stupid dog it’s just that the other little stinkers are just a little bit more clever, LOL.
I love my babies sooooo much!!!
a funny thing that i (sadie) does is when i eat,my legs spread out so it looks like im doing the splts when i eat and id love a dogggie bowl!!!
Every time mom feeds me I will pick up a few pieces of kibble then move around the bowl as if I’m dancing. I do this every time I pick up more kibble until it’s all gone. I must dance around my bowl about twenty or thirty times twice a day! Mom said she will video tape me doing this and post it here on my Dogster page.
When I got my cute little Chihuahua, He was in the back of my car with me while I was driving home. I had also had a bag of puppy chow in the back with him. The only thing holding my puppy was a warm blanket, but what I didn’t know was that when I was going down the road, he was eating the whole bag of dog food! When I was at my house and oped the back, my puppy had eat more than any dog could eat!!! Untill that day, I still don’t know how he ate so much dog food.
Largo was a champion gold medal winning counter surfer. She loved kitty food so I kept it on one end of the counter in the corner. I had a few little cans with the pull top lids next to her water, kibble and wet food. Largo had always respected Seylon’s (kitty) food, she was the alpha which was funny in itself. Largo was a 110 lb. Rottweiler and Seylon was a 5 lb. domestic kitty.
I came home one day to find a large plant that I had put on the counter to repot smashed on the floor with dirt everywhere. I made the mistake of putting it in front of the kitty food. There were dirty paw prints everywhere all over the rugs. As I came into the kitchen Largo was in the laying in dining room with an empty cat food can, lid right next to it, an empty plastic container where the dry kibble was right in front of her like she just finished dinner. She looked at me, never moved and looked out the door at the squirrels on the deck.
The funny part was as I was trying not to laugh Seylon’s head poked around the archway. She was sitting on a table in the dining room watching the whole thing. I grabbed my camera took pictures and I burst out laughing every time I look at them.
I never put anything in front of the kitty food again and we never had another problem. Maybe Largo was taste testing Seylon’s food to see if the plant poisoned it.
My Lab mix Lexi has severe allergies. So I need to give her medicine 3 times a day. When we first started I would wrap it up in cheese. One day though she had a bad day. I couldn’t figure out why because I knew I was giving her the medicine. Well that night I made my bed with clean sheet, wouldn’t you be surprised if you found about 6 Benedryl pills under her blanket. I was curious as to what happened. So I gave her the night pills, about 5 minutes after giving it to her, she makes a slight cough noise and gets closer to me. Wouldn’t you know, she was coughing up the pill and putting the pill under her blanket. But she did it, so I thought she was getting closer to cuddle. I then realized, she still has 1 more pill. So I looked in her mouth and found it under her lip. It was completely DRY. Sneaky little devil, but I love her.
When I was living on Earth, my little chihuahua sister Tinker Bell Forever would steal the food out of MY dog bowl as I was eating it! I would just stand there in disbelief! Then, my mom would say sternly, “Darien be nice to the baby.”
“Be nice to the baby?! What about be nice to the Darien and leave his food alone,” is what crossed my mind! Hmph!
This was our Chloe’s first thanksgiving. She sat patiently under the glass table watching everyone eat. She wandered off calmly- no one seemed to notice. Then all of a sudden she is back under the glass table. Watching us with a huge Turkey Leg. She had climbed up on the kitchen counter, Pulled the entire Leg off the bird and came back to enjoy it with us. Good thing the turkey was tender!
Boy would I ever love to have a pretty bowl like that!
In December 2007, I moved from my home where I’d lived for 8 years. It was a happy place where there were other collies like me. I got to be a mommy several times because I really am a sweet girl and take good care of my babies until they find wonderful homes of their own. Daddy put me in the car to go to this new home of mine and I was a little scared leaving, but daddy told me I would be loved and would be living with one of my grown up babies! It was Murphy! Well, that first couple months were kinda rough, I had to go to the doggie doctor and got fixed, although I didn’t know I was broken. I had an owie on my tummy for a while and had to take some pills but I got some peanut butter with them and that is darn good stuff!! The doc also did something to my teeth that made them all shiny and slippery but he took a couple of them away for some reason! And the tooth fairy did not even come. Then I got poked with an owie making thing a few times. I don’t why they gotta make owies on me but I did like the doctor man and the ladies there were very nice!
In my new home there was a lady and a man and my son Murphy, of couse, and also a funny little dog that looked like she could be one of my collie puppies but she acted older than me and the lady kept calling her a sheltie! Go figure! Her name is Peanut. She’s kinda bossy & crotchety for a little thing but I really do love living there so I let her believe she is the boss of me. The lady is my momma now and the man is my daddy and I love them so much! And I get to play and play and nap and nap! They put me on something called a diet and I was extra hungry for a while but I’m used to it now and feel really perky! I go for walks and love to meet people and kids. It’s great!
I have but one complaint, and since I love my home so much I’d feel ungrateful if I told my momma about it. But I feel safe telling you people. You wont tell, will you? I hope not!
Here’s the deal. My food bowl is just too small for my big girl mouth, it’s very hard to eat my yummers out of it. I am the last one to finish my yummers and it’s not becasue I am not hungry. I’m hungry all the time! It’s just a lot of work! And, of all things, it says “KITTY” on it.
Now I’m not a book learned collie like my son Murphy is, but I just know that is NOT MY NAME! I’ve seen my name before and it doesn’t look like that! I think that “KITTY” is something that goes sneaking thru the field next door that we doggies love to chase and bark at. When we bark, it’s so funny! They go running licketysplit back home to a house close by! They smell too and I don’t trust those sneaky things!
Murphy’s bowl is big enough for him and it says “DOG” on it and Peanut’s, well, she is so little and her bowl is the perfect size for her and it says “DOG” too.
I try to imagine that “KITTY” is really something good but I am not fooling myself very well. It’s really kinda embarrassing!
Please pick me to send one of those fancy pretty doggie bowls to!!! I would have no complaints at all if you did. I will dream of a pretty new bowl tonight in my sleep instead of chasing rabbits.
And I promise to be a very good girl!
Thank you ever so much!
Pepper
I use to be a picky eater until my Mom adopted another papillon, Tara. Now when she puts the food down, I eat right away or Tara will eat mine. The problem is that I like my food fixed differently than Tara. I usually get a little hot water and jerky pieces added. Mom always fixes it right, but sometimes she goofs up and gets the bowls switched. I try to let her know that she made a mistake, but sometimes its too late and Tara eats both meals. I know my Mom’s Mom died with Alzheimers, but I don’t know if that is her problem or if she is just too busy and with too much on her mind. I wondered if I had a beautiful unique bowl like you make, if that would make my bowl stand out more and she wouldn’t goof up so much. Mom says Tara is suppose to lose two pounds and this hasn’t been helping. I would love to win your bowl and eat my own meal in style! Miguel
My Yellow lab Yellow Dog picks up his & my 4 other dogs stainless steel bowls takes them into the kitchen were there is tile. He then proceeds to play hockey with them. He will hit them with his nose and they will slide to the other side of the kitchen when he has all 5 at one end he starts over again. This he will not stop until we get sick of the noise and fill not 1 but all 5 bowls.
Fuzzy is our sweet, smart and beautiful beagle-terrier mix. We brought her home just a few months after our wedding, so she is really our first baby. When we started to do infertility treatments a few months later, I had to either have blood drawn or get an injection almost every day. So I pretty much always had a bandaid on my arm or hand when I came home. Fuzzy just loved to pull them off with her teeth, which we thought was so cute – until we realized that she was eating and swallowing them! Obviously we cut her off immediately, but she continued to try and sneak bandaids and has done this all her life. I guess that once you’ve acquired the taste for bandaids, you never get over it. Fuzzy is now 7 years old, but she still tries to sneak a bandaid snack from time to time. She pulled one off my toe just the other day – I had forgotten to cover it up. Note that the bandaid must be used and must be found somewhere on one of her human family. A new bandaid out of the box or a used one just found somewhere will not do. But apparently the right bandaid is just like a Lay’s potato chip – no dog can eat just one.
Molly is the funniest beggar I have ever seen. She does a beautiful sit, wags her tail furiously, and cocks her head to the side. Even though everyone thinks she’s begging for treats, in reality, she just wants to be petted.