Emails in Response to Barbara's eMo- Animal's Not Found in Scripture

Do you have an animal tale you want to tell about its strange eating habits? Send it along and I'll add it on.

And we had a dog who loved to eat strange things. My sons had a party one weekend when my husband and I were out of town... the dog consumed the sides of a beer can, all that was left was the ends. This same dog was in the backyard with me one day when I was pruning rose bushes. When I went to gather up the discarded limbs WITH MY GLOVES ON I realized the thorns were all gone. So help me, she had stripped them off. At that point I remembered she had gotten hold of my pin cushion one day and chewed it up. This was a dog with an iron stomach! I never saw any adverse reaction to all of these misdeeds. Whatta dog! Eloise M.

love your psalm - I remember when you did it before. I loved the "Last Supper" painting in Italy that had cats on the floor. There is a cat in our new neighborhood named Tony Blair!
Misty - our feral - has been my shadow. Jenny

Have to share this with you: My neighbor cannot leave a cup of coffee unattended. Her dachshund will drink it down to the last drop (whether it's Maxwell House or not. Now the fact that she uses both cream and sugar in her coffee might explain some of this but -----
In peace, love, and service, Char

My blind retired sled dog eats lettuce as did two of my dogs when I
lived in Detroit. I used to go to the Eastern Market at closing time
and buy a case of lettuce for a dollar. Happy doggies! The farmers
thought I was nuts. Gwen H.

Our Cocker-Poo (long gone, now) got hold of one of our daughters' chocolate rabbit one Easter.. Quickly learned that chocolate for a dog is like an overdose of magnesium for an adult ... what a mess. Pity the family who cleans up after. John S.

I like this one. I used to have to fight Max, my Yorkie, when he was a pup about drinking my vodka tonic before I could get to it. He'd jump into my chair and lap the tall drink as fast as he could before I sat down. The monkey! :) I thought it was the ancient Egyptians who worshiped cats. You've just verified it for me. :) Their snootiness probably comes from all that "royal association" they enjoyed. Doggone snobs, they were! I like your psalms. :) Barbra M.

My cat Jill (her Ladyship) eats Cheerios. Ann Marie S.

I had a cat once who loved the juice from the jar of olives. Who would've imagined? Thank you. I love your lazy writing..and wonderful psalm! Diana D.

Would you believe a cat who ate potato chips? Adelaide K

my dachshund loved dill pickles and one of our cats loved green peas. linda

I had a daschund that somehow unwrapped foil covered ,saran wrapped homemade mother's day chocolate bar. Didn' t make a huge mess of either wrap. Neatly left a pile of almonds from the bar....they appeared sucked clean of chocolate. I,despite alleged toxicity, routinely fed her M&M' s. She knew the difference of plain versus peanut and didn' t eat peanuts either. Maybe her concern was for the nuts.....very allergenic in fact! Tracey S.

I had a wonderful black Labrador that traveled with us wherever we went. One weekend we spent time at my parents house and we put the dog in the garage for the night. The next morning I opened the door to see my father's salt water tackle box pulled down from the shelf, open, with all the lures strewn about. The dog had eaten the Styrofoam lures while managing not to get snarled in any of the hooks. Ah, the precision of a surgeon. Rick

Cats: Whiz Kid drank tomato juice. George was passionate about blue cheese and scotch. Agatha craved arugula so much that she would get her paws wet fishing the leaves out of the sink.

I have a cat that likes Lipton’s wild berry tea, spaghetti and Kozy Shack tapioca pudding but will NOT eat Jell-O’s tapioca pudding. It’s real battle sometimes just trying to eat dinner! Gail

Love this theme! One of my dogs hangs around me while I'm peeling raw potatoes. She grabs up any peelings that hit the floor. Yum! Caroline W.

These are all cats:
Pippin: baby spinach, spring mix, arugula
his sister/littermate Haniel (bka "little gray girl"): potato chips, including Pop Chips and regular fried ones. but won't touch tortilla chips...
Indigo (bka "Indi"): vanilla ice cream, pizza crust, pieces of animal cracker
How does it get any better than this? Sue

My daughter and son-in-law have a Golden Retriever named Harry. I was convinced from the start that he thought he was a billy goat since he would leap up onto the back of their couch and walk along as if on a mountain ridge. My opinion was confirmed when my son-in-law caught him eating from the trash can in their bathroom and realized a razor blade was part of that meal. They took him to the vet for x-rays and there it was plus a bracelet I had bought for my granddaughter. He survived fortunately. I hadn't been told about the lost bracelet which had various faith symbols on it and which my then 3 yr. old granddaughter begged me to buy. The truth came out eleven years later when I told her mother I was buying a Gospel Beads bracelet* from the ladies at St. Francis Episcopal Church* for Margaret's confirmation. - Terry
(*See 5/2/11 Hodgepodge Posting for the Bracelets.)

My dog likes strawberries, yogurt, olives, green beans and pickles! Beth

We had a cat, Domino, who loved glazed, raised donuts. She would tear open the sack by herself to get to them. Larry

Hi Debbie
This is the first time I have written you although I am an avid reader of Barbara’s almost daily emails. Yesterday she asked us to send her a story about an animal with strange tastes. Many years ago we had a wonderful black cat named ‘Legs’ because he had a different number of toes on each foot. Legs soon became the creature in charge of not only our household of my husband and me, our three children, our miniature poodle and our other cat but also our whole neighborhood where he was recognized by people who lived one or two blocks away.
During the summertime he would often come home with small hamburgers prepared especially for him by one of our barbecuing neighbors. However his favorite treats were extra old cheddar cheese and black olives. He would push the olives around on the carpet before he ate them and them lie in the place where he could smell them as he went to sleep with what was (I am sure) a contented smile on his face.
Hope you and Barbara enjoy this story.
Diane M., Kingston, Ontario, Canada