Or call it Duck-aroni if you prefer. If airplanes can land in the Hudson River, then seeing a stuffed toy duck making a landing on a plate of macaroni and cheese ought not to be all that surprising.
Actually, my poor pup tries to bury her food so that it will be available to her during time of famine (i.e. bedtime). She digs imaginary holes in the wood or tile floors, and tries to use her nose to push imaginary dirt on top of the food she imagines she has buried. It's all instinct. It makes her mad that after all her efforts, the food is still exposed to the sight of anyone and everyone, because you never know when some cruel humans may want to take her food and eat it themselves. So, as a last resort, she finds something to hide the food from sight, which is sometimes a tissue, sometimes a sock, and sometimes a duck.
Innocence
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Birthday Backpacks
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