Pizza, strawberries, and cashews

IMG_6318by cheri sabraw

I have never in my entire dog-owning life encountered an animal as focused on food as my dog Dinah.

This Labrador retriever’s nose is as impressive as a Vermeer painting with their unparalleled attention to minute detail and ultimate focus.

I spilled a bag of cashew pieces in my pantry last night.

The sound of the pitter-pattering  of small nuts clattering to the floor awoke a sleeping old dog out of her  slumber. Slightly arthritic, she exited her bed with the rapidity of a ferret to investigate the possibility of whatever had hit the hardwood in mass.

The race was on: I dropped to my knees, madly scrambling to retrieve 50-100 small nut pieces before the two of us would get into an all-out free-for-all akin to a pinata breakage. Never mind the mop, the extra paper towel rolls, the cutting board,  and the olive oil boxes crammed under the bottom shelf. The two of us, one 110 pounder (me) and the other, a 70 pounder (she) both entered the pantry at the same time.

Two older girls in a small pantry on the floor in a chitter-chattering of pitter-pattering, clattering, and the ultimate shattering of a perfectly peaceful evening.

I managed though my dexterity and over-stimulated reflexes to grab 7/8’s of the nuts. Dinah, with her tongue of fire and sheer intensity of purpose, sucked up the other 1/8 like a Roomba in less than 30 seconds.

It was over or so I thought.

Before bed, I make the coffee every night and must enter the pantry for a coffee filter. Dinah, by this time, was back in her bed by the fire, snoring, having tucked herself in for the night.

The wind was howling with a ferocious snarl last night. The sound of deck furniture being moved by the Hand of Zephyrus added to the outside clatter. I approached the pantry door.

Quietly, with the facility of a lock-picker, I opened it without sound or so I thought.

Before I could say almond, walnut or cashew, that damn dog beat me into the space to retrieve a cashew piece the size of a peppercorn which had rolled under the Swiffer and which, she had remembered.

And with that Labradorian retrieve, she retired for the night.




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8 Responses to Pizza, strawberries, and cashews

  1. Yep, those labs have an ear and nose that is likely as good as the nose of a blood hound. My chocolate lab does not miss anything either and she lives in a house with four other dogs of varying ages and pedigrees. Molly, the lab at 10 years of age and my four year border collie are the only pure bred dogs and the others are mutts as folks like to call them.

  2. Cheri says:

    Hello fellow Lab lover. You aptly characterized their noses and ears as comparable with any blood hound. When I think about all the work that Labradors are called upon to do that depends on their sense of smell, Dinah’s beeline to the cashews was entirely appropriate. Thanks for your comment.

  3. says:

    Darling !

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  4. Lue Perrine says:

    Oh your sweet Dinah is so goofy! What
    an amusing story Cheri! 🤣
    Reminds me of Bing Crosby’s song “Dinah” 😆
    🎼 “The name of this song is Dinah
    Snag it!” 😂

  5. Cheri says:

    Good one, Lue. She IS goofy and always hungry. But she is showing her age ( as am I) so we are simpatico.

  6. wkkortas says:

    This reminds of that old cashew–er, chestnut–that for a dog, all things fall into two categories: food, and things which could potentially be food.

    • Cheri says:

      Good one, wk. And with Labs, the latter opens a smorgasbord of possibilities–paper towels, foil, animals and the like. When Dinah goes to the Doggie Food Court in heaven, I will not replace her with another Labrador. Love them but their focus on food is over the top.

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