I personally like thing to follow the same routine day in and out in all aspects of my life. (Now don't misunderstand the unexpected ride in the car, (to someplace besides my dogtor) is very appreciated, and enjoyed. For the most part I truly enjoy same old, same old. You know what to expect in life when you follow your daily routine.
This also applies to my food dishes. I have two. One for my kibble, one for my buffalo. I've had these bowls since I was a wee pup. My tongue knows each and every crevice of both of these bowls. I find comfort in the way my mouth interacts with my kibble in my dishes. My bowl sits at a height I'm used to dining at. It's familiar and I like it. I like familiar.
Well today Mom came home with her most recent token of love and appreciation. My new doggy dish. She proudly plops it in front of me and says, "Look Molly, isn't it cute"? I look at Mom, knowing she wants some form of approval, but honestly I couldn't lie. I give the bowl a sniff and once again look at my Mom, thinking really??? You like that, chose it for me and thought I'd like it???
Mom instantly goes, gets a scoop of kibble and dumps it into the "new, cute bowl" I tentatively get a bite of kibble, and drop it on the floor. This is my typical mode of dining. The bowl was too high, I bumped my nose trying to drop my kibbies on the floor. I'm thinking to myself nopes this isn't going to work. That was the end of my trying out my new food dish for a while.
Later on when my Dad got home it was time for the real kibbie bowl test. Mom,Dad, and Tabby cat all gather in the den for my dinner times audience. I Molly try desperately to eat my kibbies I really do. (I like to lick the edge of my bowl as a pre-meal appetizer. ) The bowl didn't feel the same. I get a little agitated. I try to grab my kibble and drop them on the floor as is my typical routine. I bump my nose. I begin to whine in frustration. Tabby cat comes over and grabs a couple of kibbies to show me how it's done. I immediately tell him, "It's not the same. It's not the same Tabby". I punctuate this statement with a little disconcerted whine.
Mom and Dad look at each other, "Dad telling Mom, I told you she wouldn't like it". Mom takes away my "cute" new food bowl and brings back my kibble in my comfortable, familiar old bowl. My tail gives a slight wag. I happily lick the edge of my bowl sighing in relief as I grab bits of kibble dropping them on the floor with no bumps to my nose.
I am happy knowing how much my Mom and Dad love me. I do appreciate the tokens of love and appreciation they give me. The things that make me the happiest though are the gentle hands that rub my ears and tummy, the long walks through my woods and fields and lying beside my pawrents night and day.
Love, Molly and my Mom