Yes he did it again*!
We were sitting in our kitchen/sitting area having fried eggs and toast for lunch. Ray came to join us as usual. I knew that he was hoping to be given something, or perhaps something would fall, but I just ignored him. If you believed those last 5 words, then clearly you are either new to this blog, or have not been following it very conscientiously.
When we have food, and Ray sits and stares**, it is very difficult to ignore him because he focuses like a laser beam on his quarry. His eyes could be burning their way into my brain coaxing me to give him all my food, or he could be simply trying to teleport the food off my plate and into his mouth! With memories of Star Trek in mind, “Beam me up Scotty” could well be replaced with “Beam it into my mouth Colin!”
With 2 fried eggs and 2 pieces of toast, I (quite naturally?) allocated 1 piece of toast per egg. As I was working away on the first egg, I noticed Ray trying to determine whether to focus on Carol’s plate or mine. He seemed to be more focused on Carol and her plate, which was when I made a giant error in judgement. I let my attention to him lapse for a brief moment.
I was just finishing off my first egg, and corresponding piece of toast, and happened to glance out of the window when he made his move. How 75lbs of dog can move that fast and with such precision amazes me, but move he did. Within a fraction of a second, all I could see of my 2nd piece of toast were the edges protruding from the sides of his mouth!
Normally, he would try and swallow the evidence as fast as possible but, for some reason (possibly the size of it … being a complete slice of bread), he just stood there with the evidence being slightly wider than his mouth. Carol told him off in her most commanding voice (I was still in shock and awe!), and proceeded to try and retrieve whatever she could. He was then told to lie down on his bed in the corner of the room, which he did for a minute or two, and then got up and started walking around. He was told once again to lie down in the corner, which he did …. and then got up and started walking around again. Our 3rd attempt appeared to register that something was wrong as he went to his bed in the corner and laid down, and stayed there!
When we have dinner now, and as a result of Ray’s “hit ‘n’ run” tactics with food, we usually (if we remember) tell him to jump up into “his” chair so that we can eat in peace. We now have to try and remember to use a similar tactic at every meal!
*See “An impressive tongue!” – May 5, 2015
**See “In disbelief!” – June 24, 2015; “A Break in Routine” – September 12, 2015