Whac-A-Dog

Not much new going on. . . just a few random thoughts, maybe an idea or two.

Stupor Kitty is still doing the Kitty Under the Stairs thing. Fine. Pout down there. Whatever.

Jarlaxle is, well, he’s still mighty Jarly. And you know what? Dogs are apparently not fond of bananas. Who knew? I mean, we’ve already established that he does, in fact, like baby carrots. And there have been times when I’ve been making my morning smoothie or even the energy bars that I’ve accidentally dropped a cranberry or two, dried OR frozen, and he’s been Jarly-on-the-spot, just snarfing it down and sniffing around for more. Dude. It’s a cranberry. And you’re a dog. Dude.

So it’s only natural to offer him a bit of banana while I’m making my smoothie and he’s missed out on a rolling cranberry, isn’t it? Yeah, not so much.

I mean he took it, just like he takes pretty much anything out of our hands. Dogs are good like that, I guess. And he very carefully held it in his teeth, gave me a “look,” then turned and set it on the dining room carpet. And sort of watched it. Then he licked it and looked at it some more, before he finally took the plunge and ate it. We had to laugh – he was just so flabbergasted by this. . . this. . . thing.

So now he seems to have a new hobby which involves the kitty door. I guess he may have noticed some curious smells or noises coming from behind the kitchen door, which may well be the sound of a Starving Kitty (who shall remain nameless) wolfing her dinner like it’s her last meal because she’s convinced the Hound of the Baskervilles is going to eat her.

I say. Whatever is through that little flap? Could there be some cranberries down there? Maybe a fresh shoe to gnaw on? I think I smell a smelly smell.

Yup, that’s a smell, all right. What’s there, huh? What’s going on? Is there someone down there? A treat? A squeaky toy? <gasp> A kitty cat?

See right here is the perfect Kitty Empowerment Opportunity. Do you suppose we could teach the kitty to play Whac-a-mole?