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THE DOG IN THE MIRROR

This morning there was an accident in the kitchen.

Booker's jewelry caught on the rack that holds his dishes--water and food--and, as he pulled up to take a breath from chow-down, the bowl went crashing and broke in half.

The calamity was over quickly as Booker is not averse to eating anything off the ground. Anytime. Under any conditions.

My only concern was the there were a few pieces of crockery missing and that he ate them. Chips.

I have to comfort myself with the knowledge that he chews stuff pretty well, bones and the like, and that if there is a chip down there that is too big he will reverse the flow and give it all back to us. A dog has a reliably rugged digestive system.

The other thing is replacing the bowls.

No more china.

And the idea of having them on a rack so they don't have to bend to eat is, I think, bogus. If that is true then a dog is in the wrong position by design more than half the time during his walk as he scavenges and sniffs the ground.

So John picked up some stainless steel bowls at PetSmart today.

We already have one of these for travel. Nice. Rubber rimmed so they don't slide. He has had water out of it. And, I think, food.

But these are bigger (3 quart) and shiny.

Book got the food dish and he just looked at it.

"What?"

Then he tried a bite and jumped back. Back and forth. Then barking at us. And barking at the dish. Trying to eat in between.

We think that it is the reflections. He is a little nutty about other reflecting surfaces.

But he finished his food.

Then he went to his water and not a thing was wrong with that.

A funny dog.

It helped when I sat next to him and just touched the dish. I guess if I would touch it then it couldn't be all bad.

I hope this performance doesn't go on tomorrow morning at 3AM. We shall see.

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