Grapes

[stoutfellow]

I don't buy grapes very often. In fact, the last time I bought them must have been about ten years ago, before I brought Ben home.

Dogs have trouble with grapes. The first time I gave one to Murphy, he took it in his mouth, held it for a moment, then put it down. He looked at it for a moment, picked it up again, and put it down again. Eventually he figured out how to eat it, although I've never been sure whether he crunched it in his side teeth or swallowed it whole. The sight was really quite funny.

Today, I have grapes. I tossed one to Murphy; he caught it and disposed of it neatly. Then I gave one to Ben, who repeated Murphy's initial bewilderment. After a few tries, he picked it up and went away. When he returned, I gave him another, but he still didn't know what to do with it. Eventually Murphy slipped up, lunged in and grabbed it away from him. Ben didn't seem much bothered, though.

I don't know where the first grape I gave Ben is. He probably hid it somewhere.

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Re: Grape Surprise

[stoutfellow.livejournal.com]

Actually, based on past experience, there is a nonzero probability that the grape, or its remains, are in or on my bed. I haven't nerved myself to check.