Where the fuck is Waldo?

Animal snaps 

But what’s this??

Oh?

OH??

Otis is great. 

But he’s also a weirdo. 

There are certain treats that he must eat in private. 

Usually they are larger treats that are very dense and crunchy. Anything that takes a bit of time and effort to eat. 

After you give him one of these treats he’ll gently hold it in his mouth and carry it to an empty room. Then he’ll lay it on the floor and dance around it. 

Like some sacred corgi treat ritual. 

He’ll bark at the treat.  He’ll nudge it around with his nose to make it bounce and tumble. He’ll pretend to stalk and attack the treat as if it’s his prey. He’ll spring up from his front paws like a bucking bronco and then crash back down on his mighty stumps–making a thud sound you can hear even in the basement.

And after the treat gods have been pleased… a large “CRONCH” will echo throughout the house. 

A very slow and deliberate first bite. 

He’ll then proceed to rapidly break down the cookie into more manageable chunks. As if he is now some sort of chewing machine.

crunch-crunch-crunch crunch-crunch-crunch crunch-crunch-crunch

Finally he will start to actually consume this doggie ambrosia. Being sure to hoover up every morsel and crumb. He’ll lick his lips to catch any stragglers left on his face. 

At least he’s clean, I guess. 

I’ve tried capturing this process, but Otis does not like being disturbed during the ceremony. Sometimes you can watch through the doorway, but if you make too big of a fuss he will take his cookie into another room and start all over.

I think part of him feels he is not supposed to have food that tasty. Like it is a forbidden treat that we might try to reclaim. He’ll even give you a tiny snarl if you approach too quickly. 

“NO TAKE BACKS!”

Maybe I need to put on my corgi onesie so I can blend in as a fellow loaf. I could observe this ritual more closely and get some video footage. 

Or I could make a corgi version of those remote controlled penguinbots. 

Last night I forgot about this ritual and tried to lure Otis into cuddling with me using one of his “private” treats. (Cuddles often involve bribery.) But he jumped up on my bed, grabbed it, and then ran away immediately. 

5 minutes later…