Several weeks ago I made one of my two favorite quick, healthy breakfasts. Little did I know that I would not be enjoying a single bite of it.
One of my favorites is an egg white, potato and turkey sausage scramble seasoned with garlic pepper. A glass of orange juice to wash it down with and I’m set to start the day. The other one I will put together in a few minutes is a stacked delight working from top to bottom: a whole grain waffle, turkey sausage, hash brown and egg white mini-omelet that I posted about here.
I often add Cholula sauce but didn’t on this morning thank goodness…
My Golden Retriever, Phoenix, has never been allowed to have people food and I will write about that in a non-food post. He gets an expensive dry salmon based food and salmon treats for fun and rewards. There have been a few times that one thing or another has accidentally dropped off of the counter and if I haven’t been quick enough then he wins. His favorite food observation time is watching me eat my one serving of popcorn while we watch television teogether after work. Just in case one might tumble to the ground.
So, instead of eating at the table on this particular morning I decided to take the above plate, orange juice and utensils to the couch. Phoenix followed me, jumped on the couch and laid down next to me on my left side but not too close.
He’s hysterically funny (for many reasons) because he will watch every single motion of the utensil on the plate, grabbing a bite of food and having it arrive in my mouth. Repeat. Just like some sort of food tennis match.
He said, staring at the plate of food, “Today is the day…”
I was looking at him and giggled, “Sweetie, in your dreams because it’s never gonna happen.”
I reached over with my right hand (intending to go across the plate) to grab the remote control and accidentally flipped the entire plate of food onto the carpet!
Phoenix went on full ALERT, immediately sat up, ears perked, pupils dilated and said, “Jackpot!”
I glared at him. He hadn’t moved but his entire body was trembling. He knows that people food is a no-no.
Time went into slow motion.
Phoenix and I just stared at each other. Neither of us knowing what to do. He has never drooled much for the most part like many Goldens do. He just doesn’t but this moment it was pouring out of his apparently (starving) mouth. He had been fed an hour prior to this.
This picture below perfectly duplicates his look at that moment.
We continued to stare at each other. Ok, now I was staring at him but he was staring at the feast spread out on the carpet at my feet. There was no way I was going to be able to get into the kitchen to grab some paper towels and get back in time.
The funniest thing occured next as he would not budge with me sitting there. I had conceded and said, “Go ahead, Phoenix!”
He would not move an inch.
I set the empty plate on the coffee table and got down on the ground and grab a peice of sausage and palmed in my hand pretending to eat it, “C’mon, Phoenix…yummy….”
He tilted his head to the side, ears still perked up and said,”It’s in your hand you idiot.”
So, I got up off the floor to walk to the kitchen and he leaped down off the couch and dovoured the food in under ten seconds.
I brought him back an Immodium and it was another happy day.
This post is a part of Inside Journeys Foodie Tuesday so check out it!