Monday, April 20, 2009

My boy and the avocado

I can be sure mon chien will be up to some sort of mischief everyday. Tonight, he decides to perch up the dining table to snatch my avocado which I left there to ripen. My(now)dearly departed lunch of the week. Instinctively, I shouted "GIVE IT TO ME!!"....that of course triggers him to dash out the front door like lightning... with my avocado locked tight in his jaws. He settles on the grass to check out his latest find. He rolls in on the grass and sniffs at it. Ok, for a moment, I thought I could salvage my lunch...since it's protected by layer of skin. Then, maybe not....when mon chien rolls it to parched patch of grass. Parched by dog pee, that is. Then, definitely not...he may have poo-ed around there too. yeew!

As a growing expert on dog psychology, I've learnt not to excite him by chasing after him for it or insisting him to hand it back to me. Doing so will only reinforce how valuable the item he has with him. And so, I decided to patient. I imagined that he'll get bored with it soon he does for every tea towel he snitches from the kitchen counter. Different story when he stuck his nose in my work bag and found my Tag Heuer watch. I think he almost swallowed it ...coz he was running a top speed with my watch in his mouth! That fateful night....I hoped my neighbours did not see me running after him and shouting like a mad woman. *embarrassed*

Back to the avocado. So, I decided to perfectly stay calm this time. I came back to my study to continue what I was doing. A few minutes later, I heard a few faint plunk on the a stone being dropped on tile. So, I peered out the window. Lo and behold, it turned out to be the sound of an avocado seed!!

My boy licked the whole fruit down to a shiny seed. I wonder whether he eat the skin. It's too dark to check the garden to confirm. Now, he's playing with the seed like a ball in the living room.

So today, Haruki had his first avocado. Sometimes, I wonder whether I should be mad. Most of the time, I'm tickled by his antics. Well, my Tag Heuer went into a coma after the ordeal. Still hadn't the time to get it fixed. On a brighter note... at least mon chien didn't swallow it and I didn't have to recover it from his poo, Marley's style.

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