The eyes have it

I am a beagle, you may have noticed. This will be my eighth Christmas with my parents so I have had plenty of practice in extracting love and food from them. Or so you would think. Beagles are renowned for having bottomless stomachs, hollow legs and probably the most expressive and irresistible eye contact. I am no different and I am certainly trying to teach Lenny to be equally as persuasive with his peepers.

I’ve been a bit unwell recently and there have been days and nights where a number of trips to the garden have been needed to avoid indoor accidents with significant clean up required. The parents were concerned over the food I was eating and wondering if it was one thing or a combination so dad was taken with taking me outside in the garden whenever I needed to. He felt a bit foolish when, on the only occasion I wasn’t attached to the lead at 03.30, I forgot what I was supposed to be in the garden for and started baying at the top of my lungs at all the lovely scents. Seeing him chase me around trying to quieten me was amusing.

Metabolism. That’s a long word to stomach.

The worst thing was having all treats removed from my diet. The best thing was that I went onto a chicken, rice and potato diet. I love chicken. Anyway the guilty food source appears to have been located and removed from my diet. It seems simply that as I am getting older my metabolism is changing and I cannot accommodate certain foods in the same way as when I was younger. Also I am not quite sure how the parents have managed it, however I am being fed delicious chicken at the same time as Lenny is being fed his normal food. He does cast the odd envious look at my food bowl but I ignore him as my face is usually busy and he cannot get his muzzle near my food. Anyway dad usually stands guard when we are eating so Lenny will be growled at if he makes a sideways movement toward me. Having said all of that Lenny eats his food like he’s never going to get any more. He inhales his food. He’s not quite up to Labrador speed of consumption but he’s nimble even for a beagle. I haven’t had any emergency trips to the garden over the past few days so it seems I have settled down again. Lenny seems to have become more aware of my desire to exist in a quieter place sometimes. We still practice our bitey face shenanigans but we break off and then shake at each other more readily.

Is this that thing called “down time”?

The change of food on my part as well as my beagleness have allowed me to practice the use of “the eyes” on the parents. They are aware of the visual pleading tendencies. They have also cheated by telling one another that Lenny and I have had breakfast, treats, dinner or supper biscuits. This is grossly unfair as we cannot take advantage of one parent over the other.

Honest dad, mum hasn’t fed us.

I mean, who could resist these eyes?

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rescuedogdexter

Enjoying life in my forever home. Sharing my contentment with whoever will read my tales. I live in West Sussex, UK.

5 thoughts on “The eyes have it”

    1. I am ok in myself, my body is (we think) just not up to dealing with certain types of food as it was once able to do so. I still get to eat chicken, I still get biscuits and I get to see Lenny cast envious side eyes at my food bowl. So life is still good.

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  1. Mmmm, it’s a shame our tummies change!

    Mind you, I’ve had years of having to be careful what I eat. The only food I get now is tinned Chappie as it is low in fat and easy on the tummy. Every time my human tried to change it (for something better, she thought), my colitis kicked in and life got messy again till she went back to the ol’ favourite of Chappie. My treats have to be managed too – most boiled chicken bits with the occasional teeny cube of cheese, plus some low fat nibbles. I do get a hide chew once a day as a special treat – so life is still good here too 🙂

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