More Food for the Dogs
While I am on the subject of dogs and food, I can’t forget Romeo. Romeo is a Katrina rescue, which is enough to cause many to well up and turn all soft and sentimental. We heard he spent two weeks trapped in a New Orleans house, slogging through water up to his belly. When my sister took him in, he still had a nasty rash on his stomach and legs, evidently from his waterlogged days. Luckily Romeo is a labrador retriever and likes water — he also weighed in at 104 pounds despite his ordeal.
My sister had already adopted a pup from the same labrador rescue organization that found Zeus for me, and so when they asked her to foster Romeo, she could not say no. Plus, he came with a heart-wrenching story. Needless to say, he quickly became a permament fixture in her household.
Even since his rescue, stories about Romeo are legion and most involve food. He is a big, lumbering guy but is as fast as lightening when he sees an opportunity to grab a snack. I have seen him snatch a full wheel of Brie cheese and devour it in less time than it takes to say, “Romeo!! Stop! Romeo!!” One day when my sister had him in the front yard, Romeo suddenly took off down the street, leaped into the neighbors’ car and emerged with a box of English muffins. Which he ate before anyone could do anything about it.
He’s superdog. Faster than a coursing greyhound and able to sniff out food where few Fidos dare to tread. The problem with this fellow is that he has no shame, never gets that hangdog look other canines do when they know they’ve crossed a line. It is very clear Romeo believes nothing is off limits. He has no idea how to look — much less feel — embarrassed.
When Romeo is around, everyone knows to watch their food. Could his behavior be a result of his Katrina trauma? Who knows? But regardless of how you feel about it, there’s no denying this dog is very, very good at what he does. You might even say he’s a champ.
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