I walked into our main floor hallway yesterday and almost slid across the floor on a piece of dog food. Then I noticed there was more dog food all lined up in a row right there in the middle of the floor...it led all the way down the hallway...up the stairs...down the other hall...through our bedroom...and ended in a big pile of dog food and a rubber ball in the middle of Bailey's dog bed. Well, of course there could only be one person in our house who would think to do such a thing...no, not Tim. I walked downstairs to try and find Annie, but more importantly to find Bailey to see if he would in fact follow a trail of dog food to find his favorite ball.
Once Annie and I got Bailey all set at the end of the hall and pointed out all the yummy? dog food, he turned around and went back outside. I think his trust in Annie and I has gone the way of white bread at our house. Speaking of bread, we decided to try this out using some of the wheat bread which Bailey seems to enjoy. What am I saying? He enjoys almost any food (other than dog food) that we give him. So we quarantined him outside so Annie could prepare the course. After a quick inspection, we let him back in and pointed out the first piece of bread, which he gobbled up as soon as his nose caught the scent! He made it all the way to the bottom of the stairs, and then I think he remembered that the only time we try to get him to go up the stairs ends up with him in the bathtub, which he does not like, not at all, not one bit. After a few seconds trying to regain his trust, he ran up the stairs and quickly turned the corner...into our bedroom... (honestly I can't remember why I was so excited about this, but we were)... and towards the pile of bread that was waiting for him on his bed...Bailey was sure it was another trap so he wouldn't go any further. Annie ended up giving him a bread shower and then I'm pretty sure Bailey spent the rest of the day wondering what was wrong with us.
The End!
