Yesterday I was looking through some old photos and came across this one of Miss Piggy and The Late Howard Lee.
Our scanner isn’t working, so this is actually a picture of a picture. It is also a prime illustration of how looks can be deceiving.
Notice how Howard looks like a slob, spread out over the floor like an Akita skin rug, while Miss Goody Four Paws sits daintily on the rug. Oh, so wrong! Howard had nobility and dignity. Miss Piggy ? No, no, no, not one drop of either.
The same dog that won’t step in dewy grass and doesn’t like to lie on the bare floor, gets down and dirty in other situations.
I’ve noticed, during my recent forays on the Trail of Turds (our walks), that Miss Piggy’s droppings have been liberally peppered with little black flecks. Perhaps I watch too much NCIS, but couldn’t this mean trouble? My curiosity was aroused, not to mention my gag reflex.
While granddog goldendoodle Ivy was here, we fed them identical amounts of kibble, eliminated Miss P’s table food scraps in the interest of fairness, and cut back on dog treats. Because Miss Piggy lives to eat, I feared that she would go into a depression but, perhaps because she saw that Ivy was getting the same treatment, she handled it pretty well, concentrating on stealing Ivy’s rawhide chews during that period.
A visit to the vet confirmed that this new diet regimen reaped big rewards. She’d lost almost five pounds. Our trimmed-down cocker spaniel now has more energy and takes longer walks, so we have continued to maintain that tough dietary stance. (Okay, there was the Boar’s Head wiener incident, but that was only one bite…!)
What SHE adds to her diet is beyond our control and she is disgustingly creative about that. After she raids the compost pile, she trolls the yard, looking for any poop that strikes her fancy. Dog poop…rabbit poop… bird poop… and probably chipmunk and squirrel poop, too, although I can’t be sure of that. What does squirrel poop look like? Do they bury it in some of those holes they dig?
Back to the peppery poop…. I asked Dearly Beloved if he’d noticed it. He had… and was confident that he had identified it.
Our bird-brained pooch is eating bird seed! The seeds fall out of the feeders and she scarfs them down the ol’ hatch before the birds or the squirrels can get to them.
Not that her behavior doesn’t have an upside…. For one thing, she wants to go outside more, so she isn’t leaking in the house now. Too, the damnsquirrels are discouraged by the slim pickings around the feeder. Is that why, after years of ignoring our feeders, the bluebirds visit regularly in surprising numbers?
All this time, we’ve been thinking she should to earn her keep by doing something about those tree rats, like chasing them, but her handling of the situation seems to be working. She sniffs around the yard, making her piggy noises as she vacuums everything into her gut.
Are we about to have a diverticular dog on our hands?
She doesn’t appear worried. And her solution is working.
She may not be noble, but she’s certainly making a noble effort.