So, I'm sitting here eating a sandwich, minding my own business and these two numbskulls show up.

I have one to the right of me and another on my left. With an ottoman in front of me, they have left me no room for escape. I believe I'm doomed unless I hand over the sammich.

RC

Ah, the green eyes of jealousy.

Evil looking beasts...:sigh:

Resistance is futile.....fess up the sammich.

Cripes,

I'd go hungry before I could turn those two down...

Fierce looking.... licking thier chops with that "gimme" look...

Resistance is futile.....fess up the sammich.


With fear in my heart, I gathered up my courage and ate it myself. They eventually disappeared back into the darkness. I consider myself fortunate as there was no blood shed today. I have to remember not to eat lunch in this neighborhood again in the future. Much too dangerous.


RC

you have a sammich? what kind? can i have it?:drool:

you have a sammich? what kind? can i have it?:drool:



Not you too!

RC

Ah, the green eyes of jealousy.


The one that scared me the most was that critter with one yellow and one green eye. Thats just wrong.

RC

Dang... Your neighborhood looks just as rough as mine!:D

Watch out. These sneaky devils will try to hypnotize you.

"You are getting sleepy... Drop the sammich..."

Don't be a boggart!

Enjoy,
Rich P

"Just give me a little taste, Dad. That's all I want."

Murray

Not just Bailey the Audiodog anymore- Bailey the Sandwich connoisseur. When did she get a friend?

When did she get a friend?

I was thinkin' that myself. :scratch2:

Not just Bailey the Audiodog anymore- Bailey the Sandwich connoisseur. When did she get a friend?


Just for the week.

Thats Sammy. He's a loaner :D

RC

My dog, Sugar the Sheltie, will lay her head on my lap, and look up at me with the saddest pair of brown eyes you ever saw.

She has begging down to an art form.

Steve

You`re Lucky! When mine looks like that I`m in Big trouble. It`s hand over the sammich or there will be blood. :D Heck I love the Greyhound with the tongue, thats just too good. With mine if I have peanut butter he`s up in my face sayin give it up or else. :uzi:

...if part of that sandwich should drop and the floor needs clean up, they stand ready to serve.

I've seen mine actually drool... On a full stomach! :D

But they get no joy. Only after I eat will they eat. Part of letting them know who's boss!

Our greyhound only ever stole two food items. One was some pop tarts and we cought him with that, he put it down and went and layed down in his bed without any reprimand. The other time we come home and find the Jack-O-Lantern in pieces all over the living room.

Our cats do this.

Look at the sweeties......

Methinks that about ALL of our dogs have about ALL of US well trained....

Our greyhound only ever stole two food items. One was some pop tarts and we cought him with that, he put it down and went and layed down in his bed without any reprimand. The other time we come home and find the Jack-O-Lantern in pieces all over the living room.


Gary (ejfud ) caught Bailey in the act of eating a graduation cake off the kitchen table last year. Not a piece of cake mind you, but the cake itself.

He walked out outside where everyone was sitting and announced in a deadpan manner "I thought I should let you know, your dog is eating the cake" . He then sat down like nothing ever happened :D



RC

Mine beg all the time, but they're not bad to steal or counter-surf food. My least one has begging down to a fine art though...

Ron's story made me think of this pic someone sent me a while ago:

http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k163/Graciefloydie/AK%20Gear/299000164_4d7398dbf6.jpg

The thing I don't understand is... why were you eating THEIR sandwich?

You could not eat food in my house without risking life and limb. With 2 dogs and 3 cats, the odds were against you and the situation grim. ;) Allow me to paint the picture. The dogs would start by lying on the floor a few feet from your feet, then slowly move in closer, and closer, and clooooser, till standing on your feet. The cats would surround you, one behind and 2 to each side, clearly pinning you into a trap with no escape. Now with your feet imprisoned on the floor and all other avenues of escape erased, the attack would begin with one cat pawing at the sammich; forcing you to move it towards one side to keep it safe. At this moment the second cat goes in for it while blinding you with the fluffy tail in your face trick. You see this ploy and divert the sandwich outwards where the dogs stood ready to leap up and take the sammich with whatever fingers got in the way. Countering this move you now hold the sammich above your head where cat #3 is waiting behind you on the chair headrest to snarl the prize. To stop this you now stand up in a moment of panic and hold your sandwich close to you, trying desperately to defend it from attack. Ultimately you must create a diversion. You tear off a small piece of the crust infront of your attackers and hold it out before you, but before they can claw you to shreads to get to it you toss it across the room. Dogs and cats fly after the bait and you run to a small room and lock yourself in and devour your sandwich as quickly as possible. Then exit the room before all 5 of them can mass infront of your door looking for the "item".

Give them an 'E' for effort. And you've got to admit, that sammich is much tastier than the food you typically give them. They're thinking that this is dessert. :D

Do not give in.

they go to "mooch" school no doubt

If my dogs had to eat my wife's cooking on a regular basis.....they'd stop begging.


Steve

My late, lamented, beloved Dobermann, "Junior" used to "Come to Attention" when food was involved...Drew himself to his full height, ears standing straight up, eyes "Lasered" right at me, & drool running outta his mouth...If I made him suffer at "Attention" like that for very long, he'd finally "Yip !", & the little stub tail would be going furiously. I'd give him stuff holding it in my mouth...That took a LOT of bravery/stupidity on my part, holding something in my teeth as the maw of a Dobermann drew closer...But he was gentle as a lamb, & I can only remember a time or 2 he ever "nipped" me.

When I got my German Shepard he was only 6 weeks old, and of course at max cuteness with his clodhopper feet and fuzzy coat.
I had him up on my workbench playing with him and fed him a small bite of pork chop, his first....
The second bite cost me a needle tooth bite on the finger from his enthusiastic approval of all things pork.