This is one of my dogs, Zoe. She is a Bichon Frise and I am wondering at this very moment if she is retarded. I know that is an iffy word, but in the case I do mean it literally. It is 6:00PM EST here in the Upper Peninsula. I have been home for a bit and have long ago finished feeding the dogs (there are three of them plus two cats and two rabbits for the uninitiated).
I got the computer all warmed up and realized that Zoe is still down in the basement and she is barking her little white head off. This time of year I have started to notice mouse droppings in the house, so I imagined maybe she was warning me of the presence of a little rodent or something.
However, I went back downstairs only to find her sitting in the middle of the work room beside Lola's dish which still has about six or so pieces of kibble in it. Apparently Zoe is barking because she wants those bits, but she gets really funny about dog dishes.
For awhile there I would have to dump her portion onto the floor before she would eat it. Apparently the smooth bottomed metal dishes would skid on the concrete floor and scare her (or irritate her or something. She would stand there and stare at her dish - waiting.
Mind you, Zoe, is THE most food aggressive of all my dogs. A couple of weeks ago a friend came by with muffins and we sat nibbling and visiting over coffee. We only turned our backs for a moment and Zoe had jumped jumped up onto the table and grabbed the last muffin and was making a beeline for the yard (through the doggie door and down the steps) when I caught her! So it must really be one heck of a phobia over noisy scrapy metal dishes - let me tell you!
In any case, she has now finally come back upstairs after barking mindlessly at a dog dish for over 15 minutes. I will post this and go see if her fear won or if her voracious appetite won.
NOTE: The above article was originally posted by Renz
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