Every now and then, for a bit of a laugh, I respond to Tui’s begging by offering her a taste of whatever it is that I’m eating and she’s coveting (avoiding all known dog toxins, like tomatoes and chocolate). She seems to be firmly convinced that any food I eat is delicious, but she won’t actually eat everything. Dolly mixtures, yes. Pasta with pesto, spinach and olives, yes. Mashed banana, no (I think it was the texture).
And – this evening – raspberry jelly (jello, to the Americans amongst us) scored a big paws down. I think she was suspicious of its ability to move unaided: she poked it with her nose and then prodded it with her paw a couple of times, finally leaving it uneaten.
Here she is, jelly on her bed and a confused look on her face.