All Roads Lead To Food

For three years I have fed Eko twice a day, every day.  But apparently three years is not enough time to inspire faith in Eko that I will remain vigilant in providing him food.  Eko is the ultimate guard dog, as long as your goal is to prevent mealtime from being stolen by time.

Ever vigilant, Eko has a multitude of fail-safes in place to ensure he is well fed.

 Eko has the ultimate selective hearing. No matter what time of day or night and no matter how deep his sleep might be, Eko will jolt upright if anyone so much as whispers the “H-word”  

For a time I would spell out h-u-n-g-r-y but Eko quickly caught on to that game as well. If I accidentally say “hungry” it usually means I will be pestered until I feed Eko.

In addition to explicit verbal cues, Eko also uses some implicit cues to cajole me into feeding him earlier in the evening.  I used to buy dog food and fill up the container whenever I got home.

However, Eko perfected his “Don’t be a jerk and do this in front of me” face.  I guess it was unfair to torture him like that so now I only fill up his container during meal time

Situational awareness is another strong point of Eko’s.  The first time Emily worked the night shift, she happened to wake up for work every day right around Eko’s dinner time. So before she left she would feed him.  This was all well and good until Eko realized that whenever Emily woke up, he got food.  So Eko took matters into his own paws and started breaking into the bedroom to wake Emily hours ahead of schedule.

I give Eko credit for creativity, but he and I were both in the dog house for a while because of that stunt.

Eko’s “But it was a good plan!” mopey face

While Eko will poke or paw me if he thinks I’ve forgotten dinner time, my favorite is when he uses “psychic” powers to compel me to feed him.

Eko will quietly sit by his food bowl and stare at it with such intensity I can only assume he attempts to conjure food with mental powers alone

You might think Eko’s psychic powers are fake, but he hasn’t missed a meal in three years!

Do your pets have any friendly reminders or cues for you when it’s time for a meal?

45 thoughts on “All Roads Lead To Food”

  1. Somehow both dogs, with mental telepathy, will come over to me. One sits on my left, the other on my right. They begin,at the same time, after staring didn’t work, to paw me! I do get the message then!!!!

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  2. I adopted a senior (9.5 years old) yellow Lab in October last year, she was malnourished when I picked her up so I wasn’t surprised she attacked the food bowl and she was on the prowl looking for food every second first 3 months, I thought this would pass once she’s settled in and caught on that she will have food and treats like breathing the air; but we’re well into 4th month now, still, every morning she wakes up and starts her panting mode and thrashing in circles for breakfast, she actually has this really real panic look in her eyes, and every hand movement of mine to her is ‘food, treats’ still; so needless to say I’m so happy to read that there are food fiend dogs out there like her, and Eko is one of them. By the way, because she ‘attacks’ her food bowl still, I bought a WETNoz Studio Scoop Pet Bowl, now I can hardly hear the racket when she attacks the bowl at chow time.

    • I’m sure she is enjoying every last bite and loving you for it. Eko doesn’t completely trust me after three straight years, so with a senior adoption I’m sure there will always be some worry. Seems like she still has plenty of vigor for breakfast! I had the same problem as you, so I switch Eko over to heavy porcelain bowls that he can’t bang around.

  3. Steffi usually comes and stands in front of me and stares. Yep, must be an inborn trait, that stare! If I’m sitting at the computer, she’ll come and start twisting around my legs like a cat (she’s about that size as a mini schnauzer). She always gets a treat for doing her business (and she’s over 14 now so it’s been going on a LONG time) and sometimes we think she goes out just so she can get a treat. It’s a wonder she isn’t a lardball.

    If either of us dares to ignore her, sounds start coming from her that would wake the dead! She has quite the octave range!


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