A response to the prompt “What if dogs could talk?” Using a real life interaction with a dog.
“What ya eatin’?”
I looked down. There stood Peanut, calmly staring at me with his head cocked to the side.
“It’s an almond,” I said.
“Can I have one?” he asked excitedly.
“I don’t know,” I hesitated. “Almonds aren’t really dog food.”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese?”
“Fine.” I reached into the bag and grabbed a single almond. I had Peanut sit and he just barely managed to do it just like every other time I have given him a treat. When I gave him the almond, he ran into the living room and under the coffee table.
Excitedly, he began to chew on it. His excitement quickly turned to disgust. He spat the almond back out and looked at me with a quizzical stare. “You eat these?”
“Yeah, humans eat different food than dogs.”
“Yuck!” he said, but he still picked the almond back up and continued to chew. After a few more times of spitting out the almond and expressing his lack of understanding of human taste in food, he had finished the almond.
“That was disgusting and I don’t understand why you eat them,” he scolded me.
“Well,” I said, “at least you tried it.” I walked to the pantry and got a dog treat. I made him sit like before. “This is for being a good boy and trying something new.”
“Yay!” He exclaimed as he ran off to the same spot to eat his actual treat. “Now, this is real food,” he said around the dry and crunchy biscuit in his mouth.
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