He loved it.
OK, it was just a small sliver. And usually we buy the local product, but occasionally, the imported stuff comes home in the shopping bag. Just occasionally.
And occasionally, the dogs get a little taste. They love cheese.
Davey the foster greyhound has been with almost two weeks and has visited:
(a) the beach
(b) a coffee shop
(c) Sunday lunch at relatives
(d) the running shoe shop where the man who works there owns a greyhound and thoroughly enjoyed Davey visiting.
So his socialisation is coming along just fine. And he gets along fine with Goldie, the 12 year old Brittany.
He is a table surfer, however. Not aggressively so, but if he happens to be passing by the kitchen (as you do when you're a dog) and if a plateful of buttered bread happens to be the counter (as it frequently is); well, you just help yourself to a slice, don't you?
(They are so gentle in their actions, they just kind of glide by - and in one seamless movement, they pick up the item of food and keep walking.)
Then he came back the other way and took the next piece. Yum!
We tried him with a piece of apple. He kind of crunched it a bit, with a thoughtful expression, then ever so gently, spat it out!
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