When a dog gets raised by a vegetarian
Now that spring is really on in Ontario (as opposed to April when spring was an on-again, off-again affair) I'm well into the celebration and consumption of all things spring. Mostly this means asparagus and fiddle-heads.
This morning i set about preparing asparagus to be grilled for breakfast. I am of the school that snaps off the bottoms and then cooks the rest. I'm not a peeler, not being fond of excessive preparation, but i am a snapper. I find the sound satisfying even as i am unsure of the precision of the technique.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
SNAP.
And before i was far into the task, i heard a rustle and a jingling of dog tags in the bedroom.
Ms Levi Jane came running and parked herself by my feet. She looked up at me with a look of great excitement and deep longing. Every time i snapped the dry end off a spear here ears would perk-up and her chin move upward just in case the one being snapped was for her.
Some dogs coming running at the sound of a can-opener. Mine comes running at the sound of asparagus being snapped. She'll do tricks for asparagus, and salivated to the floor once i picked-up her bowl. No-one has told her that dogs don't like asparagus, and she wants for the same things her pack-mates -which in this season is the fresh brilliant taste of spring. I remembered how in other years, years with gardens, i have had to thoroughly fence off the pea plants and the asparagus to prevent her eating them to the ground. Some dogs hunt birds or cats, mine huts vegetables.
I guess this is what happens when a dog gets raised by a vegetarian.
This morning i set about preparing asparagus to be grilled for breakfast. I am of the school that snaps off the bottoms and then cooks the rest. I'm not a peeler, not being fond of excessive preparation, but i am a snapper. I find the sound satisfying even as i am unsure of the precision of the technique.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
SNAP.
And before i was far into the task, i heard a rustle and a jingling of dog tags in the bedroom.
Ms Levi Jane came running and parked herself by my feet. She looked up at me with a look of great excitement and deep longing. Every time i snapped the dry end off a spear here ears would perk-up and her chin move upward just in case the one being snapped was for her.
Some dogs coming running at the sound of a can-opener. Mine comes running at the sound of asparagus being snapped. She'll do tricks for asparagus, and salivated to the floor once i picked-up her bowl. No-one has told her that dogs don't like asparagus, and she wants for the same things her pack-mates -which in this season is the fresh brilliant taste of spring. I remembered how in other years, years with gardens, i have had to thoroughly fence off the pea plants and the asparagus to prevent her eating them to the ground. Some dogs hunt birds or cats, mine huts vegetables.
I guess this is what happens when a dog gets raised by a vegetarian.