The other evening I went to a new restaurant with friends. One of the friends had been there the week before so she was our ‘expert’ so to speak. The place was quite fancy, lots of low couches and dark wood…huge bar, people well dressed…And the menu was so varied we sort of huddled around our drinks trying to decide what to order. I may add the menu was in Russian with English translation. After a lengthy discussion we followed our friend’s advice and I ended up with the Russian version of what I usually eat at Italian restaurants and it was just as good. The point I’m trying to make is that I tend to eat the same fare over and over while some of my friends pick totally unknown foods without hesitation. And I admire them for it.
On my way home with my doggie bag—no—I don’t have a dog, but I don’t eat much, I started to compare the way humans eat as opposed to our pets. Please know that cats are not part of this group. And yes, cats are pets, with a disclaimer—they are finicky eaters and tend to treat us as household help most of the time.
No, I was thinking of dogs, rabbits, ferrets, birds…we purchase their food by bags, big bags and we feed them the same thing over and over. Right now I have this mental picture of a cat in front of a just open can of premium tuna—sniffing, pacing, more sniffing and then a regal retreat to the favorite pillow with an expression of clear disdain.
But wait for the family dog to hear the dry kibble landing in the same dish where each and every canine meal is served and watch that tail wag and the big hurry to get to the food, and gobble it up before—before what? No clue. Rest assured if there was a restaurant for our pets, there would be no huddling over drinks, just happy tails and loud crunching.