He's Eating It!

Deb:

Scrambles ran across the room with the bok choy in his mouth. He plopped it down on the floor beside the coffee table and set his foot on it. At first I thought that the foot was there to stake his claim on the vegetable, however, it soon became apparent that it was there to steady the stalk while he ate it! And eat it he did, ripping the stalk into shreds and gulping it down. I stood there stunned. I'd never seen a dog go for vegetables (although an adorable little dog we used to have named Nicky would eat cooked broccoli, but only if it had butter on it!)

I knew I needed to do something fast. "Scrambles," I said in a firm voice, "STOP!"

Scrambles quit chewing on the bok choy and gave me a pitiful look.