It occurred to me that it has been a long time since I blogged
about Rollie. So I was going to restart
his blog, and I was planning out what to say.
But in the meantime, I have a story about my dogs, along with Rollie.
Sometime during the last month, I read on FB about all these
people giving their greyhounds sardines, and many, many people saying their
greyhounds love them. Some people add them to the food, some give as treats,
and the dogs just cant get enough of them.
I thought, well, that’s interesting.
2 of my dogs like shrimp, and a couple like fish sticks and they all
like canned Tuna, maybe they would like Sardines. I try to let my dogs experience
different things in life so I thought, I
will try that. While I was at the store, I paid $1.00 for a can of sardines
in oil.
After work today, it was beautiful outside. The dogs had started going and looking in
their dog bowls for food, so I thought I would treat them to sardines. I remember that my brother ate sardines many
years ago and they came with a key that you rolled the sardine can open
with. So I got out the can and looked
for the key, and found it was a pop top. YAY.
So standing by the pantry door, I popped the tab and oil ran down my
arm, down my pants and onto the floor.
Great... so, I grabbed a paper towel
and took the open can of sardines out to my dogs who were lying on the deck
(including Rollie). By the way, Sardines
stink, so outside is where they need to be.
River was lying on the bed closest to the door, so I reached
into the can of oil and sardines and gingerly picked up what appeared to be a
headless fish. As I took it from the
can, only half of the fish came out. I
put that down in front of River. She
smelled it, looked at me, looked at the chunk of fish, sighed and put her head
back down on her bed. Ok, she is picky
about what she eats. No big deal. Macho wanted it, but he knows he cannot take
food from her even if she won’t eat it.
In the meantime, all the boys had gathered round for their treat. I
attempted to give Macho the remaining piece of oily fish, but only part of the
carcass came out. I handed that to him
and he swallowed it. I gave the final piece
of sardine to Ace, who smelled it and promptly said, “no thank you” and refused
to take it. I gave it to Macho who is
always by my side. Macho is like Mikey
from the old Life cereal commercials, he’ll eat anything. Cute little Rollie was standing there, tail
wagging, “me. Me. Don’t forget me”. So I
handed him a greasy piece of the second dead fish in the can. He took it, looked at me and using his tongue
pushed that fish right onto the freshly power washed deck! Splat! Oily fish with dog germs now is lying
on concrete part of deck. Macho wanted
more so I handed him another piece. By
now, Macho has convinced the guys that Sardines are good, so they (Ace and
Rollie) come around for more. Ace takes
a piece of the second sardine, (note, the piece was the size of a thumbnail),
looks at me and drops it onto the concrete, a foot away from Rollie’s
dropping. Bill is out in the yard and I
am temporarily distracted, but I realize subconsciously that Macho wants more
fish. So I hand him another piece without
thinking. And Rollie wants to try it
again, so I blindly hand him some sardine.
By now River is up and asking to try it; although, her big chunk is
laying on the bed leaving a grease stain, so I hand her another piece. Soon there is only one left. I decide to throw the remaining gawd awful
smelling fish in the outside trash receptacle.
When I return, I see on the deck, (that Bill took 3 hours to
power wash last week), several pieces of dead fish. Oily dead fish, on the clean deck. It was a trail of sardines! Apparently, Macho didn’t like them either and
would spit them out when I wasn’t looking. And because he knows that I know he
likes to eat everything he sacrificed himself, so the others wouldn’t have to
endure Sardines, and he took as many as he could. It seems River, Ace and Rollie all learned
this trick from Macho, cause It didn’t appear any sardine was consumed by any of
the four greyhounds.
I picked up the fishy, oily body parts from the deck and put
them in the outdoor trash receptacle. The only thing that stinks worse than
sardines, is hot dog poo in the outdoor trash receptacle on a hot
afternoon. But add some sardines to it,
and HO LY COW! 10 feet away, it reeks!
I don’t think my dogs or Rollie like sardines, and I wonder
why the many others do?
