In Bracknell England you can wine and dine in a pub named The Golden Retriever. Their website claims “The Golden Retriever in Bracknell is a country pub & restaurant oozing rural charm and rustic character. Our picturesque surroundings provide the perfect backdrop for savouring the hearty, seasonal pub-food on our menu, and the carefully nurtured cask ales and fine wines gracing our bar.”
Say what you will about table scraps, but I feel table scraps are far better than most kibble on the market. Sometimes we spoil Tucker. I guess I should say sometimes we “extra spoil” Tucker. He is perpetually spoiled.
Here’s Tucker waiting for his dinner. He always puts one paw up while begging. I have already explained the menu – perfectly cooked tenderloin (rare-med rare) fresh local asparagus (I.e pure gold) and lobster fettuccine. Rich, I know. I mixed it with his kibble. (Origen Adult Dog) I always soak his kibble in hot water for about 5 min, so the food expands in the bowl, instead of his tummy. Heard this from a breeder, it is supposed to help prevent bloat. It makes a nice gravy. We make sure his teeth stay clean with the occasional raw bone.
Here’s dinner. Since I didn’t get anything for mother’s day, I treated myself. The expensive stuff was all on sale. This meal was under $40 and fed three!
This morning I woke to my daughter Amanda asking “Mom, where are my contacts?” A terrible feeling welled up inside me as I jumped out of bed “NO!?” I knew. Amanda just got her first pair of contact lenses on Thursday. Today is Saturday. Sometime during the night, Tucker jumped up and grabbed the contact case right off her nightstand. I found the remains on the stairs, chewed up plastic.
This is not the first time this has happened. I am ashamed to say I left my full prescription bottle of thyroid medication on the kitchen counter. That night, I looked over to see Tucker chewing away at something quite eagerly, only to discover it was an empty pill bottle. Again, that feeling in my stomach. He was taken to the vet, given IV fluids, and observed by the vet overnight the next night. A very hard and expensive lesson, but thankfully he is okay.
There has also been my nephews glasses, my bank card, half of a pot roast (that one I can understand) and many other things I cant think of right now.
The thing that bothers me the most is he does it right in front of us. Sometimes I send him to his crate after strike two, but he just isn’t getting it! I don’t remember ever having it this bad with my other dogs. Does anyone have any advice? The leash thing doesn’t work…by the time I get to him, he is down.
Here’s a cute video of a golden retriever counter surfing a banana. I like to call it “Jack, what are you doing?”