Crinkle Crinkle Crinkle in the Kitchen Kitchen Kitchen
I can’t tell you how many times I have tiptoed into the kitchen to get myself a snack without Morgan knowing. If Morgan is in a sound sleep I can usually get the fridge door open, select some goody for myself and make it to the kitchen counter unnoticed. But no matter how quiet I try to be something gives my covert operation away. Whether it’s a bag of potato chips, a box of chocolate chip cookies, or a package of Swiss cheese, the slightest crinkle sound gets his attention. Even when Morgan is sound asleep on the cool bathroom floor, way in the back of the house, lo and behold there he is, suddenly appearing by the kitchen, manifesting himself out of thin air and staring intently at whatever I have in my hand.
Morgan gives me one of three looks. The first is the stern look on his face as though he knows I was sneaking something on him. Have you ever seen those commercials where the parents are caught sneaking some ice cream or cereal on their kids? The parents squirm and get all uncomfortable trying to explain away the infraction. That’s how I feel. I too get defensive and tell him that he has just eaten an hour ago. Or that he can’t have chocolate or sugar or whatever Dad probably shouldn’t be eating anyway. The second look is the sad face. This one kills me but I’ve steeled myself against giving in to this masquerade. The hardest look for me to say “No” to is when he has on his sweetest smile. He closes his eyes ever so slightly and looks at me like I’m the best dad in the whole wide world. A dad who would never sneak a treat on his best friend. That’s the one that cuts right through me. I immediately reach up to the top of the fridge where his treats are stored in the red fire hydrant cookie jar and get one of his Trader Joe’s peanut butter biscuits or one of his liver krisps from Bones n Scones, the neighborhood natural Dog Bakery and suddenly all is well again in Morgan’s home.
How far away can your dog hear the crinkle crinkle crinkle from the kitchen kitchen kitchen?
Dan, this is so very accurate. They can here crinkle noises even if they are outside on the porch. This made my day. Love it, and of course they get a teat of some sort.
Thanks Kathy. Outside on the porch – Of course they can. I can see them waiting by the door. Give them a treat for me, please.
Honey Sunshine smacks the porch swing real hard when she wants back in the house and you better be there to let her in or she smacks it again.
HA! Way to go Honey Sunshine! Morgan gives us this low trill.
Oh hahaha guffaw good one Dan! This is so true, all I need do is insert my name for yours and any one of our four dogs, all of whom were gifted with super-human super-dog hearing power. I just have to THINK it and they’re lined up in front of me. None of my rational reasoning (it’s too late, not good for you, I only have enough for three, etc) seem to work. I get the “please Mommy” stare from Sammie Jo followed by three loud annoying bark-like sounds while simultaneously backing up three steps; the “I know if I stand here long enough she’ll cave in (from Roxy Jo the hu-dog … half human half dog … more human than dog really … and she’s always right); Capone who sits at beautiful attention so well before the big paw lands on my knee, making sure I’ve noticed him … then last but not least little Stella Bean who balances on her little hind legs and begs with both paws moving as fast as she can get them to go while giving me the stink eye. Most of the time the furry four-pack wins and I wind up sharing whatever I snuck into the kitchen in the first place to get. Then making it back into the bedroom with mere leftover leftovers poor hubby asks all sweet and everything “can I have a bite” to which I bark back “NO, I had to share with YOUR dogs & there’s nothing left here for me!”
Great story Allyson. Thanks for sharing. Poor hubby. He needs his snack, too. I just love the names of all your babies. Morgan gives us this low trill sound if he doesn’t get what he wants.
We dog lovers most certainly relate to this! Alvin is an optimist. If I even head in the direction of the kitchen, he follows me, prancing and wagging his tail.
Thanks Felix. Love Alvin.