When she first came home I tried to feed her all kinds of goodies I had purchased for her fresh fruits and veggies, and much to my disappointment she was not interested in taking food from my hand. Fast forward to today and she'll take just about anything from my hand, taste it, and then either eat it or throw it down. I'm always interested to see what she likes and doesn't like. I eat a canned vegetable soup and she likes just about every veggie out of it except for the celery. So, if I give a piece of celery she usually gives it to the dogs and comes right back for something else. She really likes the peas out of the soup, and I find it interesting that even though they are cooked she still won't eat the thin layer of skin on the outside of the pea. She very carefully peals the pea and eats the inside only.
If I sit down to eat something that she can't have any of like chocolate or something, I usually try to plan ahead and have one of her treats available to keep her busy and make her think she is getting some, like a piece of pretzel.
When I eat spaghetti, which is often cuz it's super easy, I always pull out a couple of noodles before I add the sauce to give Moxi. She really likes noodles and I use the organic, all wheat noodles. She does have a little bit more trouble with the spaghetti noodles than something bigger like linguini I think because she ends up biting straight through it and most of it ends up going to the dogs.
So, I'd just given Moxi one of her plain noodles and I started to dig into my spaghetti. I was reading an intriguing article about forensic pharmacy which is why I didn't notice that the dogs had gotten Moxi's noodle and not Moxi. She started to sidle down my left arm toward the spaghetti and she was at my wrist before I knew it.
"Well, hello." Too late did I realize she was coming for another noodle . . . she dipped her head onto the plate and grabbed not one but three noodles all covered in red spaghetti sauce. What followed was an excellent example of her 'snatch and run.'
"Noooo!" Ugh . . . There she went: a little green blur racing up my arm w/ three noodles covered in red marinara sauce flapping wildly behind her - o the horror. Both bird and owner are now much "bloodier" looking that just minutes prior, w/ the trail beginning at my wrist, through my hair, and ending on the couch behind my neck. Sheesh. And just FYI, apparently red sauce does, in fact, stain a birds feathers PERMANENTLY!
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