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To understand this story, you need to grasp a few things.
The first is simple. I’m a klutz. Seriously. I can stumble over ripples of thin air. A shadow can send me sprawling. I shouldn’t ever balance four bowls of dog food at the same time.
And, yet, I do. Twice a day. Every day. Most days I successfully deliver the food to the waiting dogs.
The second thing you need to understand is Landon is a dog of wonder. He gleefully goes through life enthralled with the flap of butterfly wings, the movement of blades of grass, or the rolling of a dust bunny across the floor. He’s excited to go walking, to receive meals, to go to bed, and to wake up.
He prances, bounds, and runs around the house in defiance of all laws of gravity, which is how he earned his nickname, Boom Boom. When he collides with an end table and sends a lamp flying through the air, he stares at it as if the possibility of such an incident has never occurred to him, despite his long list of broken artifacts around the house.
He also can contort his body from solid to liquid, which is the only possible explanation for how he can move his fifty pounds from one side of a solid object to another. You may think I’m exaggerating, but he once kicked the plastic tray out of his kennel and slid his body through the slot. We came home find his crate locked, the tray in the middle of the room, and Landon happily greeting us at the door.
We’ve never been able to explain how he squeezed through such a tiny opening, but we did put a stop to it by replacing the plastic tray with a sheet of 3/4 inch plywood.
With that preamble, my story begins with a fumble of a bowl of dog food. Kibble flew, a few pieces in his crate but the vast majority slid under his crate. His bowl, delivered with more than my usual finesse, contained all of five little chunks.
The good-natured dog wooed, wag his tail, and ate the little ration. I drop to my hands and knees and pick scattered debris off the floor, dropping them one-by-one into his bowl. With each clink, his eyes widen, his tail wags, and he eats.
For those wondering why I didn’t get him clean food, I need only tell you this is the dog who vacuums the kitchen floor every night before we go to bed. The floor sparkles. With dog spit, but it sparkles. The public acknowledgment of that fact greatly reduces the incentive of people wanting to come to our house for dinner.
When I recovered every scrap of food I could see, I wondered if I had retrieved it all. I bent my head down, shined my cellphone flashlight, and spotted a dozen or more kibble under that piece of plywood held aloft by the wire floor of the crate. I grabbed a ruler off my desk, stuck it under the crate floor, and flicked. A piece of food emerged. Landon’s eyes grew wide in excitement. I clinked the food in his bowl. He snarfed it down.
Ruler. Flick. Clink. Snarf. With each extraction, his eyes grew wider and his body quivered. Who knew his crate could birth food from under his furry paws?
Ruler. Flick. Clink. Snarf. Treat after treat appeared, a never-ending supply of delicious nutrition. I was setting all-time approval scores with him.
With another swipe of the ruler, I determined no food remained. I told him so. His tail slowed, but wagged hopefully. He tapped his paw. I leaned forward, followed the beam of my light, and spotted one last straggler. With a long reach of the ruler, I rescued. Flick. Clink. Snarf.
I’m not sure how to top magic kibble in his eyes.
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Landon loves the concept of Magic Kibble, food that mysteriously appears over and over from under his crate.
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Hu-Dad-It’s 6.35AM on a Monday morning and I am laughing so hard my dogs wonder what the heck is wrong with me? Landon’s AKA Boom Boom’s story of the magic kibble was hilarious and his antics too were another laugh maker. I can see why your life is anything but boring! Thanks for a funny start to my week.
Thanks for the hilarious start to my day! I could picture the whole episode as it unfolded. I have been on my hands and knees digging corgi treats out from under furniture, so I can definitely relate.
Love the Monday Musings, this one sure is funny. There always seems to be some kibble under the frig or stove that needs tending to. I keep my yardstick handy to keep Ruby happy.
Magic kibble I love it. I had a dog who could tell you where a piece of kibble was hidden (under the refrig or the stove) and would wait patiently until I understood that is what he was waiting for. You write so good. I had another dog (140 lb gsd that you heard coming a lot of the time especially if he knocked something over with his wagging tail) who could tiptoe into the kitchen when no one was paying attention and sneak chicken leftovers out of the garbage with no one hearing a thing (not the bag rustling or the munching). They can be stealthy when they want.
I love this! My question is whether Landon is now going to expect magic kibble every day?
The good news with Landon is he is amazed when every meal shows up (or anything else).
I can see Landon’s eyes widening and the excitement of each piece of food. Excellent writing for an excellent dog!
I read this story at work on Monday and didn’t get a chance to comment. Fortunately, due to social distancing, none of my co-workers were close enough to hear me giggling. I just read it again and laughed through the whole thing again. I love that he’s amazed and thankful for each piece of magic kibble.