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*hears something going "crunch crunch crunch"*

*looks left*

Katie?

Katie, are you EATING A RAW NOODLE?

*dog looks up in SHOCK AND HORROR, comes and sits between my feet to join me in the contemplation of the noodle, looking dismayed at its existence/presence on the rug*

She is such a dork.

Date: 2012-02-18 12:28 am (UTC)
mmegaera: (Default)
From: [personal profile] mmegaera
Valiantly refrains from linking to the dog-and-sweet-potato story.

Date: 2012-02-18 01:45 am (UTC)
stoutfellow: Joker (Default)
From: [personal profile] stoutfellow
You too, eh?

Date: 2012-02-18 03:50 am (UTC)
mmegaera: (Default)
From: [personal profile] mmegaera
It did rather leap to mind [g].

Date: 2012-02-18 02:03 am (UTC)
stultiloquentia: Campbells condensed primordial soup (Default)
From: [personal profile] stultiloquentia
Oh! I missed that the corgi was named Katie. My corgi was Katy! :) She liked lettuce. And shortening. Such dorky dogs, seriously.

Date: 2012-02-18 03:51 am (UTC)
mmegaera: (Default)
From: [personal profile] mmegaera
I don't think I want to know how your dog discovered she liked shortening.

Date: 2012-02-18 03:02 am (UTC)
kalmn: (Default)
From: [personal profile] kalmn
my juggler eats uncooked noodles. makes my teeth hurt to listen to it. but he likes them.

Date: 2012-02-18 04:14 am (UTC)
tei: Rabbit from the Garden of Earthly Delights (Default)
From: [personal profile] tei
I EAT RAW NOODLES. When I started reading this I was very pleased to learn that I was not the only one in the world. Then I realized that Katie is a dog. Oh.

Date: 2012-02-18 04:19 am (UTC)
starwatcher: Western windmill, clouds in background, trees around base. (Default)
From: [personal profile] starwatcher
.
I enjoy raw macaroni or rigatoni before I dump them in the pot. It's the crunch.

My BFF's dog enjoys - begs for - celery. We think it's the crunch.

Under certain circumstances, crunching is fun.
.

Date: 2012-02-18 04:20 am (UTC)
0jack: Closeup of Boba Fett's helmet, angular orange stripe surrounding a narrow window on a greenish metallic field. (I have something to say!)
From: [personal profile] 0jack
Our Pom loved dry pasta. We would call it "bones". She would prance around with a piece of fettucine or linguine in her teeth and we would say, "oh, you have a bone like a big dog!" and she would carry it off to devour under the couch. So proud of her bone.

Date: 2012-02-18 07:54 am (UTC)
legionseagle: Lai Choi San (Default)
From: [personal profile] legionseagle
Is there anything that dog won't eat> Enquiring minds wish to know.

Date: 2012-02-19 05:45 am (UTC)
kd5mdk: (Katie corgi)
From: [personal profile] kd5mdk
Metal, so far. She adores plastic, leather and extremely rarely wood. Also, all horizontal surfaces need to be licked, especially if they are proximate to a person.

Date: 2012-02-18 08:50 pm (UTC)
automaticdoor: stephen colbert, text: nailed it (nailed it)
From: [personal profile] automaticdoor
Hahaha, that would be my dog were she to eat a raw noodle. She's a greyhound mix who thinks she's a teacup poodle, however, and cannot eat things in larger than tiny tiny bites. She's still on puppy kibble (thankfully, she also eats tiny tiny amounts of tiny tiny bites, so vet said this is fine) because she will not eat larger kibble nor will she eat raw food even in minced form because she might choke on it (she thinks)! Her favorite people food is Cheerios, one O at a time. She chews very, very thoroughly.

...No, we're not sure if she had some sort of Incident before we adopted her or not. She is a special-needs rescue dog who is incredibly smart; this is one of her many phobias. The problem is, she is so incredibly smart that once something has gone wrong even ONE TIME, it will go wrong again that way forever, and so she must avoid it at all costs. My parents' last house was all-hardwood and that poor dog was afraid of almost all the rooms because, being part-greyhound, she loves to run, but also is scared of skidding, and so any time she skidded on the floor, she immediately became afraid of that spot. She'd avoid bedrooms where she'd failed to jump on the bed properly, corners where she'd taken a turn too hard... it was tragic. Thankfully, they moved before she'd made the entire house a no-go even with area rugs and throw blankets on the floor. This house is rough tile which agrees with her much better. Phew.

/travails of a dog with anxiety/probable OCD and her person with tl;dr

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