|The great white attacks the |
With her health in mind, an executive decision was made to put The Sainted One on a diet. Needless to say, Sug is not pleased about her decreased caloric intake, and she has been stating her opinions on Operation Sugar Reduction quite vociferously.
Sug has always been a bit of a
Yesterday I brought a plastic shopping bag carrying a pail of electrolytes to the barn and left it on my tack trunk. Sug heard the noise of the bag and went into high alert mode; she knows that crinkly plastic bags often harbor yummies! When I walked her over towards the grooming stalls and paused at my trunk to get my grooming kit, she saw her opportunity and took it, grabbing the bag in her teeth like a great white shark grabs a seal. She dragged at the bag, sending the pail full of electrolytes toppling to the floor. Did this give her pause? Heck no. She bit the pail, testing it much like the shark would test potential prey, and, like the shark, leaving evidence in the form of a big bite mark behind. She then moved on to prod at the bag, absolutely certain that she'd find treats inside that. When she didn't, she took a hopeful peek around and inside my trunk.
My son Noah was able to get some of her antics on video ( I tried, but apparently am too technologically inept to press the correct button. Sigh.).
When her efforts proved fruitless, Sugar left me in no doubt of her feelings about the matter.
|Where the $#!% are the carrots, woman?!?!|