My dog is truly a funny character in my life. He continues to surprise me with stuff he's doing right now. His actions are unexplainable. All I know is that he makes me laugh every day.
Last week, I went into the kitchen and started warming up this plate of barbecue chicken that I brought home from a party. It was an excellent barbecue. The southern side of me was all over that table. I am southern boy and you can tell from the amount of food I eat. I had these huge cravings that day and the barbecue truly helped me.
I put the chicken in the microwave and set the timer off. I felt relaxed after a long day of work. All I wanted to do was lay on the couch, eat, and watch reruns of Seinfeld. The food was done cooking and let it out the microwave. It somehow triggered my dog, who heard the noise, and was walking silently towards the kitchen. He was walking like I didn't know he was coming. I knew he was coming from the way his collar was clicking.
He finally arrived and looked at me in the eye. He knew there was food around me, so you know what he was going to do. He was going to stalk me until he got his share.
In the beginning, I tried to hide it. I just left in the toaster oven and laid on the couch. That didn't work. If there was nothing going on, Midnight would normally go to the back and sleep on his pillow. Instead he sat next to the couch where I was laying. He wasn't going to leave until he got some food.
Eventually, I had enough. My stomach was growling like a maniac. I had to get my food and run into my bedroom. I came up with this plan to make Midnight not realize that I had food and still be able to hide it to my bedroom. I grabbed Midnight's blanket and covered his head with it. That gave me fifteen seconds to do everything. I took my food out of the toaster oven and ran into my bedroom. The plan appeared to have worked out perfectly.
All of a sudden, I hear something like a bull charging towards my door. It was very loud and very frightening. The charging finally stopped. He started straching my door for a full five minutes. I knew at that moment that my plan didn't work. Eventually, I caved in. I let Midnight in and showed him the food. I ate the chicken and he had the bones.
Midnight is a lot clever than I give him credit for. I can no longer hide any food from him whenever he hears or smells something that he wants to sink his teeth into.