When I was younger, a friend decreed, to my surprise, that I collected elephants. Lo and behold, after a few birthday parties, I had amassed a respectable number of elephants and elephant accouterments. I even learned elephant lure. Did you know elephants with their trunks pointed up are good luck? Unfortunately, I already had a number of downward-pointing-trunk elephants in my collection by the time this helpful tidbit came my way.
The other day when I was going through boxes stashed in my parents’ attic (I can practically hear my sister shouting her approval as she reads that sentence), I stumbled on remnants of my collection. There, nestled between books, letters, a surplus of decorative fans (I assume gifts from my grandmother), were an elephant pin, a rubber stamp, and, carefully wrapped in pink tissue, a delicate glass figurine, trunk pointed up.
Now later in life, I find that, just like my elephant collection, I have become an unintentional collector of dog food.
When Pettigrew was younger, we conducted taste tests to determine his preferences. We would line identical containers of dog food on the floor and then watch to see which ones Pettigrew preferred.
He would first walk the line, sniffing each bowl before returning on his second pass to eat the ones he liked. We assumed he went with his favorite first and proceeded in decreasing preference. (We never considered whether he was, perhaps, saving the best for last.) We’d record the order in which he ate, check the numbers on the bottoms of the containers and consult our key–please, only a double-blind study would do–and then purchase his favorite. We kept the leftovers for treats, or to mix with his regular food to add variety.
Even with this careful plan, Pettigrew rarely ate his food in one go. Typically, he’d graze throughout the day, only finishing his bowl moments before dinner, as he knew he would get no more until he finished his breakfast. Other times, he would fast for a day or two, and then, like a snake, play catch up, ravenously eating everything offered.
Now my dog food collection is dominated by formulations for sensitive tummies and geriatric pooches. Periodically, when I think we have a workable plan in place, I donate Pettigrew’s rejects to a shelter.
But I find I’ve become superstitious. As soon as I get rid of my collection, I’m afraid Pettigrew will reject his current diet and we’ll be back at the start. So, I think I’ll hold on to it for a little bit longer.
4 thoughts on “My Dog Food Collection”
Let us also not forget the many bags and varieties of rice you likely have laying around. Maybe 3 bags of rice, each with a tablespoon or two of raw rice grains in them? Basmati, jasmine, white, or even brown, perhaps? And how many Zip-locs with chicken wedged in the back of the freezer? Oh, and a half-used can moldy canned pumpkin, anyone? …based on my own experience and what I know of yours. 🙂
Unfortunately, your assessment is all too true! I thought of pulling these odds and ends out and adding them to the picture of the various dog foods, as, after all, they were the foods Pettigrew was eating, but then I decided to stick with the dedicated dog-only food. Glad both our pooches are tolerating easier to maintain diets for now!!
Oh, you have been working for so long at helping Pettigrew eat! I feel for you. And yes, I am happy to hear you were going through boxes! That is terrific – thank you! I hope for your efforts you found some things worth finding.
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Found a ticket stub to Brighton Beach Memoirs starring Matthew Broderick, which I saw on a trip to NYC on April 11 several decades ago!