At 8:30am this morning, I was sitting at my laptop wondering what to Post (my Post bank was empty) when Ray walked in. He just stood there staring at me!
My first thought was that I usually have 2 pieces of toast around this time but today I only had 1 piece (it was the last slice!). Presumably he was prompting me to have my 2nd piece. He always gets a corner piece from my toast so he does have a distinct interest in this ritual!
I gave him the “no more” hand signal, which he generally seems to understand, but this time he just moved a little closer and stared.
Another part of his routine (apart from scavenging toast) is to wait until I have finished eating, and then wash my hands… so perhaps that was the issue? I offered him both my hands and they both received an unusually quick wash, and then he continued to hold eye contact!
We have a process to resolve these types of issues:
“What’s up buddy”?
He turned around so I was facing his rear, and then he turned his head towards me.
“Ok buddy. Show me!”
He walked through the house to the kitchen, always making sure that I was following, and into his den where he promptly laid down and faced his den entrance.
Part of my early morning routines with Ray is to give him a biscuit in his den after he had eaten his Rutabaga. This morning, it was Carol who gave him his breakfast and Rutabaga. When I came up stairs from the basement, Ray was in his den just waiting for his biscuit… which I gave him at that time!
The question was clearly “What on earth does he want now?”
When I gave Ray his biscuit, I was aware that something was different, but it was a really fleeting thought and was never concluded. Looking at him in his den, my brain suddenly gave me the answer to both the “something different” and Ray’s expectations.
When I came upstairs and saw Ray waiting in his den for his biscuit, I grabbed the bag from his cupboard. However, it was not the tartar control ones that he usually has, but rather some pumpkin biscuits. They are a little thinner and smaller than his tartar control ones.
Ray, in his infinite canine wisdom must have been thinking “Cool! I get a pumpkin biscuit as well as my usual biscuit!” – and this whole scene that he played out made sense!
How could anybody not love a guy like that!