I had to do the “hidden objects in the mouth” check again this morning after our walk. This year has produced a bumper crop of large acorns. These giant acorns are the ones with the fuzzy caps still attached when they drop off the trees. It sounds like a hail storm when the acorns start falling down. As big as they are, the acorns gain velocity the farther they have to drop before hitting an unsuspecting object below. I had a car that looked like it had been through a really bad hail storm after being pummeled from falling acorns. Anyway I digress.
All of the dogs love these large acorns and will stop dead in their tracks on our walks to crack and eat them. Orso only likes the fuzzy cap, (go figure) and after chewing off the cap will drop the acorn to the ground, which Charlie or AJ will then snatch up and crack with their jaws, eat the nut meat and spit out the shells. On our morning walks, I don’t have the luxury of standing around shelling acorns for the dogs. Mornings I’m on a schedule and acorn shelling is not on it. As the dogs try to stop and eat acorns, I have to yank on the leash or leashes of the offending dogs to drag them along. I constantly remind them that this walk is not a brunch walk, but a business walk and they need to get to it, just like kids.
So now all of them are getting cagey. They will walk along, dip their heads down and snatch up acorns without missing a step. Yesterday, I noticed that Charlie was walking rather sedately, staying close to me and not wandering around sniffing and peeing on everything. He would turn his head to glance up at me then turn back quickly so I couldn’t really see his mouth. I stopped and bent down to get a closer look, and sure enough there was a large acorn hanging out of his mouth. I let him take it home but made him spit it out before going inside; I wanted to avoid the truly unpleasant sensation of stepping barefoot on broken acorn shells left as a mine field on the dark brown rug.
This morning, both Charlie and Orso had hidden acorns in their mouths to savor later this morning after I left for work. As I did the “Drop it!” command, I heard multiple acorns hitting the steps. Charlie being the smaller of the two only had hidden one, but Orso, having the jowls of a Mastiff, had squirreled away FOUR in his mouth.
Dogs are so much like children, and I had thought that now I could relax and enjoy life with both sons grown, married and with children of their own. But no, now I have to revert to my parenting days when I raised my sons and had to stay three steps ahead of each of them, just to maintain my sanity.