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A Boston Terrier's vs. a Standard Poodle's dining philosophy

Sunday, May 05, 2013

A conversation with another Sparker got me thinking about how much I would like to resemble one of my dogs more than the other. I'm not trying to be disrespectful towards one dog, but on the subject of diets and activity level, one is NOT a good role model.

One of the dogs literally would eat until he exploded. We dread having to leave the dogs in a kennel because we have to impress thoroughly upon kennel employees - verbally and in writing - that the dogs MUST be fed separately or one will not eat anything the whole time we are gone and the other will eat until he is sick. Invariably, the employees roll their eyes like we are overreacting ninnies... but do not separate the dogs at mealtimes. Then we have a starving, dehydrated, skinny Standard Poodle and a blown up like a watermelon Boston Terrier who proceeds to squirt out both ends all over the car on the way home. Oh... and did I mention the gas? If the kennel employees didn't notice he LOOKED odd, couldn't they notice his ODOR? (This has happened half a dozen times at more than one kennel!)

The Boston will eat anything, and never chews, which may solve the problem of having to taste it in case it is truly vile. Assorted animal poops, garbage, sticks, compost, dead birds, whole plums with pits... We have taken him to the vet countless times for whatever unknown thing he has eaten. The plum pits were extra aggravating. I guess they resembled bones with a juicy coating. He wanders around the house, mouth open on the floor, resembling a catfish in a tank. Other than eating, sleeping off eating is about his only joy in life.

The Boston can't stand to watch anyone else eat. He shivers and shakes and moans and sucks in his belly and looks like he has a dreadful disease. His slobber starts as a small bubble, expands until it pops and then becomes a string of drool that finally reaches the floor. His moaning and whining increases in intensity until it becomes nearly impossible to have a conversation over him. My husband used to give him his plate to lick after he finished. He had to stop because the Boston started crying as soon as we sat down. Now at least he has the decency to wait three or four minutes to start.

When it is the Boston's dinner time, we have to lock him in his crate so he doesn't inhale his own food, then steal the poodle's.

I don't want to be that dog.

The poodle is a dainty, fastidious eater. He considers each morsel. He picks individual pieces of food out of his bowl and carries them to another room to inspect them. If they meet his approval, he chews them. Sometimes he looks profoundly satisfied while eating. Sometimes he stares at his food dish with clear disdain because all he has is unadorned dog food. And he is better than that. (He prefers his dog food with diced apples, carrots and pears in it. Or bits of chicken or steak.) He let himself into my garden and plucked out every one of the just perfect red, ripe strawberries and ate them, himself, the night I was going to pick them for dinner. He didn't eat any of the pinkish ones. He is too discerning for that.

Even though he is fastidious in the kitchen, he is great fun outside. He follows me all around the farmette. He is playful and joyful and loves his toys.

If I have to eat like a dog, my choice is clear. The Boston is only a reasonable weight against his will. Every cell of his body cries out to be fat. The poodle is perfectly happy to be a reasonable weight. The poodle says certain foods are wonderful and worth savoring. Life is also too wonderful for there to be any point in wasting any time or energy on any mediocre foods! He is ready to go explore it!
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    2116 days ago
    Well, to be faithful to the truth, I should add that Solly, the poodle, has one undainty addiction: he adores used tissues. He pretends to be snuggling with people so he can steal them out of their pockets. Then he runs away, tail vibrating with glee because he outsmarted us again! If we chase him to get our tissue back, he gulps it down before we can get it. If we shout "drop it", sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn't. So in THIS particular eating habit, I have no admiration for him.
    2116 days ago
    The Boston is clearly a barkumer! Vacuuming up every morsel in sight.

    My Sophie steals cabbage and carrots - and pot roast and rat food, let's be honest.
    She too only eats when hungry and takes her treats into her crate to enjoy in private.
    Yes, I've always been proud of being an honorary poodle.
    2116 days ago
    Unfortunately, so many of us are like the Boston in that we are constantly desiring more food. We may not eat it fast, or even eat junk; but we are struggling. I am trying to be a mindful eater like the poodle - this helps a bit.
    2116 days ago
    It's amazing what our dogs can really be like when we pay attention, right?
    2116 days ago
    Oh, you described both breeds to a T lol. My Cousins had a Boston when we were growing up. His name was Dinky. What a crazy dog lol. I think I would chose the Poodle as well.
    2116 days ago
    I have five cats. One of them, Oslo aka Boswell aka Wasoaka Ca' Do'Oro is his mother's son. Like me, his default is to be anxious about there his next meal will come from. He likes to lounge in bed. He is timourous and fearful and very dependent. He happens to be beautiful, which I am not. He has persuaded himself that he is one of those Dickensian starving children.

    Mrs. Palmer, on the other hand, waits peacefully, maybe a little bit contemptuously, as the other cats eat. She seems to be thinking 'It's all one"--whether she eats the moment the plate touches the floor or eats the remnants, it's all one to her. She's never desperate. She is dainty, and her little walk it like a mince instead of a lumber. I love all the cats but if I had to be one it would be Mrs. Palmer, with her 8 pound frame vs Boswell, who is obese at 20 pounds.
    2117 days ago
    Note to self: new goal: to be a poodle!

    What a great reflection here!

    P.s. I no longer use the services of a kennel since I discovered i can hire someone (an agency) & have someone come into my home instead and look after pets & home --- and get this --- for much less than I paid the kennel!
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    2117 days ago
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