In our house, the dogs usually are not too bad about hounding us for food, unless that dog’s name is Flattery. She’s just a lot more food oriented than the other three. Don’t get me wrong, they all have their currency, but Flattery reigns as the Food Queen. When one of the other dogs gets really excited about some kind of food, we usually view it with a certain degree of amusement, provided nobody gets hurt or embarrassed in the process. Okay, sometimes some of us even find amusement if those factors are involved.
Last week, Mr. Taleteller decided to make a Candy Corn Party Mix. For those who don’t know, it’s a mixture of dry roasted peanuts and candy corn. It tastes like a Payday candy bar and can put five pounds on your thighs overnight. We kid ourselves that it’s healthy because it has peanuts in it. As often happens, as soon as he’d mixed it up, my husband brought a cup of it into the living room with him and sat down in his chair to turn on his computer.
Often the girls will go over and give him a hopeful sniff when he sits down in hopes that he will share some of what he has with them. Normally, this pays off for them, despite any warnings I may or may not have issued about how mad he gets when a certain black hound sticks her nose into his food when he doesn’t want to share. On that particular day, Bunny walked over and sat down ever so gracefully in front of him. Mr. Taleteller fished a piece of candy corn out of his cup to share with her and an obsession was born.
It turns out that Bunny cannot get enough candy corn. She only gets a bite or two in a sitting, but that is not nearly enough to satisfy her. The uncanny part is that she’s developed some kind of candy corn sixth sense. No matter where she is or what she’s doing, if a piece of candy corn finds its way out of the bowl in the kitchen, Bunny suddenly appears.
Imagine sitting at the computer, working away and watching television in your periphery when you suddenly have the sense that you are not alone as well as being watched. No sooner would I sit down and glance up at the TV or out the window then I would get this tingle down my spine. There beside me on the floor would be my little golden hound, laying in a perfect sphinx position and gazing up at me with adoration before glancing over at my cup of party mix meaningfully. She’s already trained me to pick out a few pieces of candy corn before I sit down so I can pacify her and get started on what I need to do.
If she were overtly pushy about it, I wouldn’t be amused. It’s the fact that she just suddenly appears in the vicinity and turns on the haunting hound charm that cracks me up. The fact that she’s so sweet about it why it always turns out to be a win for her. I don’t have the heart to tell her that candy corn season is almost over. I guess I’d better pick up a few extra bags to keep the princess happy after Halloween is over.