This story is from a blog I like to read. I thought the entry was so funny I had to share it:
http://skwigg.tripod.com/blog/ I bought the dogs new bowls. The old bowls were clunky chewed up hard plastic things that were hard to clean and generally pretty gross. I thought I'd upgrade to light stainless steel bowls that looked nice and were easy to rinse off. It did not occur to me that the dogs would be terrified of them.
It started with Ripley. She was bouncing all around looking forward to breakfast. That's when the first scoop of kibbles hit the metal bowl with a terrible clatter and she bolted for her safe place between the bed and the wall. She recovered her composure pretty quickly when she heard the can opener and got a whiff of Wellness turkey and sweet potato. She tip-toed up to the scary, shiny thing and craned her neck as far as possible to nibble the food while making sure it didn't grab her feet. She got a few bites of the canned food. It was going pretty well until she got a mouthful of kibbles and dropped one. It hit the metal bowl with a loud and terrible TINK sound. She jumped out of her skin and turned a backward somersault as she scrambled out of the room to safety. Eventually, she stuck her head around the corner and blinked at me. She seemed genuinely surprised that I was still alive.
Next up was Mr. Nigel. He also seemed really confused and nervous about the shiny bowl. He crept up on it like it was a poisonous snake. Worse yet, he couldn't seem to see the food with all the reflections. He could smell it, but he wasn't sure whether it was in a bowl or a portal to a hell dimension. He knows he's not supposed to lunge at food on the floor. So what does he do? He backs up and sits, just like when I drop a Dorito. He wants the kibbles with every fiber of his being but he knows he can't have dropped food unless I tell him it's ok. Maybe he thinks I accidentally dropped the shiny thing. So, I'm like, OK, ookayy, ok, it's ok Nige, that's your bowl, ookayy. He sat and blinked at me like, ok my ass. WHAT IS THAT THING???? I had to reach in and scatter some kibbles on the floor around it and tell him ok about eight more times before he worked up the nerve to eat. Even then, he was so tense he was practically levitating. If I had gone BOO at any point during his meal, I'm sure he would have jumped straight through the ceiling.
Samantha is the only one who ate without any drama. She's old and wise and could give a damn what her bowl looks like. Today's meal went more smoothly. Nobody ran from the room in tears or got sucked through the floor into dog hell. I'm sure in a day or two they'll look forward to the clatter of kibbles hitting metal bowls.
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