Oranges . . . or more specifically . . . clementines (which are those tasty tasty little no-seed, easy-peel oranges that come in small boxes with netting on top).
As we are walking – not just today – but a lot of days – as well – I was eating a clementime (for the record – there was one huge seed that I found – and had to spit out) . . . and so Socks (determining that ownership of all of my possessions are around 10% his) made a head nod gesture. That was his indication that – maybe – it was time to hand over a piece of a section. So I did.
Recently – as we were working on some serious frisbee action (and when I am sitting here saying serious – you must know that I really mean seriously serious) – pieces of clementine were used as the treats to make him stop destroying the frisbee – and get ready for the next round.
I guess that the point of all of this is that my dog eats small oranges . . . what does yours eat?
And for the sake of inclusion . . . if you don’t have a dog (cat, gerbil, monkey or macaw) theeeeeeen – I guess . . . uhm . . . what do you eat when you play with a frisbee?!
I guess . . .