Patti Soldavini

The Incredibly Nimble Cookie Thief

In dogs, humor, lifestyle, pets, weimaraners, writing on 03/03/2012 at 10:36 am

"What happened to my cookie?"

As I sat in my office, working at my computer the other night, I heard the familiar sound of packaging crinkling as it was being spindled. I sensed a semi-frantic effort to get to its contents. Without hesitation, I bolt upright in my chair and yell “OLIVE!” She is of course, nowhere to be seen. The crinkling continues unabated. “OLIVE?” I repeat loudly in the hopes that my voice distracts her momentarily. “OLIVE! I MAY NOT HAVE EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD BUT I DO HAVE EARS THERE.” Silence. For just a few seconds. More crinkling. I race down the hallway and into the second floor loft-style dining room. From this vantage point, I spot my pooch standing in the living room below like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car. A white plastic wrapped oatmeal raisin cookie dangles from her mouth precariously, held in place just barely by her tiny, perfect porcelain incisors. Her pupils are dilated to the size of pool covers. Her tail wags energetically if slightly apprehensively. I interpret this as a dare to come downstairs and try to retrieve the package from her. Another showdown. To be effective, it requires that I channel Julius Caesar. “HERE I COME, OLIVE. DROP IT. DROP IT NOW. NOW!” As I approach her, she goes into pre-flight mode. All at once, all four legs tense, bend and she lowers her whole body. She is preparing to take off. The end of the wrapped cookie is still safely clenched between her teeth. “OLIVE. DID YOU KNOW THAT RAISINS ARE POISONOUS TO DOGS?” She just stares at me, trying to anticipate my next move. I reach out and gently grab the other end of the wrapper. “OLIVE. LET GO.” And after thinking about it for a few seconds, she does. ‘GOOD GIRL, OLIVE.” I examine the wrapper and unbelievably there aren’t even any holes in it. And the cookie has not been crushed. As I walk upstairs into the kitchen, I open the wrapper and eat the cookie before Olive can see me.  Unless of course, she has eyes in the back of her head.

  1. I just Arrived, Let me Say that you have Fallen In Love with One of the Most Intelligent Breeds of Dogs. Many years ago I Raised and Field Trained Weimaraners….I have had other Hunting Dogs. Even though they are a One Person Dog, they are a Great Family Dog.
    The things I have seen them put up with from Children…But they do need Exercise…and lots of it. This Dog is Made to RUN n Run…Best of Luck…Glenn

    • Oh yes. Olive keeps me on my toes in so many ways. We walk anywhere from 1-2 hours a day.she has a largen pen to run around,and on the weekends she outruns the wind at the very large dog park we go to, never mind most of the other dogs. Except the greyhounds. Her sense of joy when she races around the park is palpable. I love watching her!

      • I miss taking my Dog’s(PALs) to the Beach Early Morning and let them Run and chase Seagulls…I would drive along in the Truck and they would be in the WIND..

      • I’m sure you do. I still miss my old dog. We used to go for long drives to places we’d never been before. It was always an adventure. We’d stop and get out at places where I’d take pictures and she got a chance to walk around. She wasn’t a weim so she wasn’t as highly torqued. I think dogs are God’s way of making us better human beings. :>)

      • You have that RIGHT…

  2. Since I arrived, tall person has developed incredible hearing and always knows if a sound is good or bad. He also knows if silence is good or bad. Consequently, I am usually caught in the act and like Olive I too go into pre-flight mode! 🙂

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