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BiscuitsOctober 18, 2005 Carrots are the only food that Rhodry, Allie, and I all like. Jill, the Lab-cross of my childhood, hated carrots, and most dogs I've known since don't much care for them, but barn dogs are different. I learned that Rhodry liked carrots when he snapped up the bits that fell out of Allie's mouth. Rhodry and most of the other barn dogs I know like horse food -- grain, that is, not hay. They know who the sloppy eaters are and hang around outside their stalls looking for windfalls. Pellets and sweet feed are the favorites. Rhodry and his nephew, the late Joe Pye, especially appreciated grain buckets that had had corn oil mixed in. I kept an eye on the supplements, figuring that even a fraction of a horse-size dose of bute would leave a dog feeling no pain for a week. Rhodry loves Doritos. I pick up a 99-cent bag at the liquor store or Cumby's or the supermarket and we split it on the way home. One for you, one for me; one for you, two for me; one for you, one for me. When I get around to vacuuming the truck, there are always bits of Dorito under the seats. I like hot stuff, but I have this idea that it's not good for Rhodry, so usually I get Nacho Cheese flavor (or New! Improved! Nacho Cheese flavor -- dunno what the problem was with the old unimproved Nacho Cheese flavor; I liked it fine. So did Rhodry). I like Black Pepper Jack Doritos, and Salsa too, though not quite as much. Guacamole? I don't trust green chips of any kind. Rhodry likes Black Pepper Jack. So far he's never dashed for the water bowl after eating them, or asked me for a beer, so I guess they're OK. I like Lundberg's Bean and Salsa Rice Chips, and so does Rhodry, but these are too expensive to give too many to the dog. Rhodry also loves popcorn. I use a saucepan -- if you hear of me popping corn in the microwave or doing anything else Lo-Fat, you will know my body has been hijacked by Dr. Atkins or some other aliens. Rhodry, like several members of my family, suffers from selective deafness -- you have to say "Rhodry, come" three times before he'll start walking in your direction, but if you put a hand on your right pocket he will usually start trotting -- and if he ever fails to scratch at the door when the corn starts popping, or to wake from a sound sleep when I take a block of cheddar out of the fridge, I will know he has really gone deaf. Allie has eaten Rhodry's biscuits without objection. Allie's biscuits are too hard for Rhodry teeth -- they're more like biscotti, but I'm too cheap to buy Rhodry a cappuccino to soak them in. Allie would probably like Doritos, but there are never any left by the time I get to the barn. We all like peppermints too. Rhodry has been known to eat them without removing the cellophane. Earlier tonight I opened a bag of Chatham Village Garlic & Butter croutons -- one of the current wonders of my gastronomic world. Rhodry came padding out of the bedroom and hunkered down on the floor. We played "one for you, one for me" for a few minutes. Allie would probably like them too. All this makes me think of McVitie's Digestives, milk chocolate or dark, which I fell in love with when I lived in England 30 years ago. They are impossible to find on Martha's Vineyard, and scarce in the rest of the country. When I score my next fix, I'm not gonna share.
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