Oh, no, they’re definitely picky:)) One of my exes had an Amstaff with whom I’d developed a much healthier relationship than with her owner. My ex also dropped off her dog at my place for weeks so she could take some emotional space. I didn’t care, that dog and I got along like two peas in a pod.
Anyway, point is, she was a VERY astute dog and we became fast friends. I’d always let her “inspect” whatever I was feeding myself and I’d usually get a huff and a butt as remarks about my food. She didn’t even want to lick the crap I was eating at the time (lots of take-out, lots of processed foods, etc.) However, she LOVED my potato salad, and a lot of other home-cooked dishes. Seldom the meat, though.
Maybe it’s like a dog whistle and only the dogs can taste the true flavor!
Or they’re just not picky, ha.
Oh, no, they’re definitely picky:)) One of my exes had an Amstaff with whom I’d developed a much healthier relationship than with her owner. My ex also dropped off her dog at my place for weeks so she could take some emotional space. I didn’t care, that dog and I got along like two peas in a pod.
Anyway, point is, she was a VERY astute dog and we became fast friends. I’d always let her “inspect” whatever I was feeding myself and I’d usually get a huff and a butt as remarks about my food. She didn’t even want to lick the crap I was eating at the time (lots of take-out, lots of processed foods, etc.) However, she LOVED my potato salad, and a lot of other home-cooked dishes. Seldom the meat, though.