I have a favorite snack that I like to grab to eat, especially when I’m not extremely hungry. Fortunately for me, I got a one and a half pound bag of them for Christmas. That snack is pistachios. I know that you can get them already shelled, but pulling them out of the shell is half the fun.
Often, I’ll walk into the kitchen and grab a handful of them and sit them on the computer desk while I’m working. They’re only three calories a piece, so I don’t feel like I’m doing too much damage when I enjoy them. I’m not the only one around here who likes them, however. Lately, I’ve noticed that my supply is dwindling. (Said as I make the “I’m watching you” gesture at Mr. Taleteller.)
The other night, I sat working on the computer, with my pistachios close at hand. Morgan seems to have some sort of radar in those lovely bat ears of hers and any time I have something to eat at the desk, she magically appears at my elbow with a look of deep and abiding affection. I am not fooled, I know that she’s really making googly eyes at my snack, in this case, my pistachios. I had no intention of sharing my pistachios with her.
Unfortunately, one of them was proving difficult to crack and I dropped it on the floor. Morgan, ever on alert, pounced on it before it had a chance to bounce on the carpet. She laid quietly on the floor at my feet, nursing that lone pistachio nut, for a long time. To my surprise, when she was done, she got up and the two halves of the shell were laying on the floor, but the green nut was completely gone. Then she reappeared at my elbow, looking very hopeful.
Me: No! You are not getting my pistachios!
Morgan: Oh yes I am!
Me: I mean it, Mo! I said no.
Morgan: Did you hear that?
Me: Hear what?
Morgan: That pistachio — it’s calling to me!
At this point, I wrapped my hand around my nuts and gave her the hairy eyeball. Morgan wagged at me and bumped me with her nose. I kept my eye on her.
Me: Morgan, I said no!
Morgan: What?
Me: You’re not getting my nuts!
Morgan: Don’t be a nutcase!
Blueberry: Oh, that’s a good one, Mo!
Me: I do not need your help, Blue.
My husband called them and they both went over to see if he had anything interesting to eat. Unfortunately, he did not. Morgan was soon back at my side. I wasn’t too concerned this time, though, because all that was left was shells. I’d eaten all the pistachios. I smirked to myself. Still, Morgan pushed up under my arm and then with one swipe of her nose, knocked half the shells off the desk and onto the floor. Then she happily began crunching them.
After she made nutshell confetti all over the carpet around my desk, she left, her furry tail swishing with triumph. I guess she thought she’d taught me some kind of lesson. Perhaps it would have been easier, and neater, if I’d just given her another one. Sometimes victory is a hollow nutshell.
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Bawhhahhahhaa. Morgan you showed her. hehhehe.
Blessings,
Goose
Sigh. I Loves me the cracker doggies, err in this case, the nutter…
HAHAH! well hopefully the nut shell pieces were small enough to just suck up with the vacuum cleaner?
I’m surprised she would want them. None of my boys has ever shown interest in anything other than peanuts. Lovely portrait of Morgan.
Photos of Morgan are lovely.
You are going to have to keep your nuts out of her reach:)
Oh my, there are sooo many junior high jokes in that conversation piece. I just don’t know where to start! I must try to be a good Mr. Taleteller and refrain.
Beautiful pics of Morgan. I’m sure she laughed a little when you brought out the vacuum cleaner.
Awww, that nut cracker is so beautiful!
Haha! Way to go, Morgan! That sounds EXACTLY like something I’d do! I bump mom with my nose all the time when she’s got something that smells tasty. And sometimes it actually makes her drop something. She says it’s annoying. I say it’s a survival skill!
Wiggles & Wags,
Mayzie
I love Morgan! Your stories of her make me want a GSD in our house again. I miss their antics.
Cindy
Morgan appears in photos to be piercingly intense. I can only imagine how persuasive she must be if she’s standing there beside you asking for a treat. What a smart girl she is –
I can just picture Morgan sitting next you nudging you and giving you those sweet eyes!
I didn’t know pistachios only had 3 calories per nut, now I don’t feel so guilty!
Loved the conversation with Morgan. Glad to know I’m not the only one who doea that
Mr. Taleteller we have to agree the conversation between them was priceless and I will refrain from all my comments as well. BOL We just love that Morgan and the pic at the bottom is beautiful. Sniffs, The HoundDogs
Dis is da story of life! Sorry but I will has to takes Morgan’s side cuz I is a connoisseur of fine nuts (mum not included). Maybe Morgan should come to my house and hers can has ALL da pee-cans her wants.
My brudder cracks his ope too…da pee-cans I mean.
Puddles
all I can say is ….BOL!! And that photo is soooo majestic and wonderful!
Beautiful photos of Morgan!
Wait… you had noms… and you selfishly decided to hoard them to yourself instead of sharing with your beloved canine companions? Well I never!! Poor Morgan, so abused. After she ate that first one so neatly and politely too!
LOLOL taught you a lesson!
What amazes me is this big mouth, full of huge teeth, that can crack a little pistachio in two, eat the little nuts and leave the shells in tact. That takes some skill! Stella doesn’t like peas, so her dish is full and she goes at it with gusto and once again that big mouth and big teeth leave three little peas in the bottom of the dish. (I leave that many just to see if she won’t eat them by mistakes!)
Jo
Moms never share the good stuff unless they drop it
Benny & Lily
It doesn’t matter what I’m eating, Cali is certain that she should have some and does the same exact thing to me! She’s lucky she is so cute
Beautiful photos!
You held out better than me…I often fail, and end up sharing! Lol
Great story and I adore the photos of Morgan. You gotta love the persistance of our dogs!
lol Morgan had a plan the whole time!
Oh gosh, I love pistachios. I haven’t had any for a while. I imagine Kobi would tell me that he also loves them, even though he’s probably never had one! I can just picture you and Morgan, because if I am snacking at my computer, there is Kobi right at my side too. The other dogs will mostly hang back, they seem to trust me more, that if I share with Kobi, then I will also share with them!
And sometimes victory is a pile of crunched up nutshells!!!
Oh Morgan, I’m impressed that you could crack that shell! I always end up throwing those tricky ones out. You’re the cutest nutcracker I’ve ever seen.
I was at my parent’s house one day, and my dad was sitting outside eating pistachios. I kept hearing Misty crunch, crunch, crunching in the bushes. Hmmm, what could she be eating? Well, my dad, who obviously doesn’t live with dogs, was throwing the shells in the bushes!!!
Oh, that’s pretty funny! Thank goodness Pip isn’t tall enough to knock things off the table or counter, I’d be in BIG trouble!
I’m a total sucker for giving my dogs food. Jersey & Dexter always get something off my plate. A+ to Morgan for precision nut cracking!!
LOL! I love that she loves pistachios. Silly dog. I have the same attentive dogs whenever I eat. Goodballs they are.
LOL! I love that she loves pistachios. Silly dog. I have the same attentive dogs whenever I eat. Goodballs they are.