Trying To Become A Sausage Dog
(I have a small rescue, a corgi-dachshund-chow-mix, who is a very picky eater. He basically eats everything but dog food, so we have had a hard time feeding him since we’ve only had him a few months. The dog and I are in a very posh pet store that specializes in pet food and even promotes their own brand of treat, which is a sort of “gourmet” sausage for dogs. As I am browsing the store, quite desperate to find something the dog will actually eat, an assistant approaches me and asks what I am looking for. I explain, and she clearly doesn’t like the idea of a dog being picky, as this is seen by many as a failure in training rather than a medical or personality issue.)
Assistant: “Well, your dog seems to be healthy, so I don’t see why he shouldn’t eat the food here.” *points to shelf* “But I have something here that has so far convinced everyone; he’ll definitely like it.”
(I am not convinced, especially as she is referring to the afore-mentioned sausage, which is rather expensive and almost as big as the dog himself.)
Me: “Yeah, I don’t know. If he doesn’t like it, what am I supposed to do with it?”
Assistant: *giving me a condescending look* “Well, of course we have samples!”
Me: “All right, let’s give it a try!”
(She cuts a piece of the sausage which I give to the dog. She can’t see him from behind the counter, so she asks smugly:)
Assistant: “How many do you want? He’s eating it, isn’t he?”
Me: “Um…”
(The dog had had one sniff and decided to drop on the floor and ROLL AROUND IN A PIECE OF GOURMET FOOD… looking rather happy, I must admit. I fled the store and haven’t dared to come back yet.)