Further misadventures of Kimelle’s Optimum Jive aka OJ the standard poodle.
OJ loves packages. He loves zip-locked bags. Apparently opening a zip lock bag for him is like opening Christmas presents to a four year old. He doesn’t care what is inside the bags, it’s the opening that he likes. 50 little bags on a ring, each neatly labeled and stuffed with entirely inedible little circular Girl Guide badges? Oh those are a wonderful prize. He happily opened every single bag and scattered a couple hundred little badges all over the family room, so I would have the pleasure of sorting them all again. He’s helpful that way.
How about those expensive, heavy duty ziplock bags made for miniature toiletries while travelling through customs? Even empty, because of their deluxe nature I suppose, opening them brings him joy. He is careful to ensure all our toiletry bags have adequate drainage and ventilation.
If, however, the bags happen to contain food, OJ is in paradise. He routinely opens up my purse to check for treats. He can open zippers on the purse, and on the cosmetic bag within. (I prefer this to the times before he bothered to open zippers when he’d chew through several layers of lining ). He likes those little foil packages of hand-wipes. He doesn’t eat them, but he likes to open them. I presume that’s more about ventilation. He has eaten countess granola bars stored in my purse for emergency snack. (Mine, not his). Yeah, yeah. I should put my purse up where he can’t get it. I know. He’s sneaky. He distracts me. He pretends he’s not interested, and then wham- purse raid.
He showed amazing skill opening little packages of sesame seed snaps last year. I came across a good dozen empty wrappers in a tidy pile beside their box between his pillow and the couch. He’d managed to smuggle the box out of the pantry and individually opened each package before devouring the treats within. You wouldn’t find many dogs taking the time to do that, but poodles have class.
We took him to the vet after that one, actually. He looked a little green when I found him. The x-ray showed his lower digestive tract was rather packed with seeds, but with a little time tidy tubes of sesame seeds were duly deposited in the back yard. They didn’t attract nearly as much attention as the pile of raisins and dried cranberries I’d cleaned up the year before. Ants love fruit that has traveled through a dog digestive tract, apparently.
I do live in fear that OJ will commit suicide by stolen food. It is far to easy to imagine. He almost did it this year. I’ll tell you about that tomorrow.