Maggie, my buddy and traveling companion, turns 10 today. In honor of this special day we decided to have a special birthday dinner for her. Fortunately, for us, that also means we have a treat for us.
Maggie's favorite food is PIZZA!
Our first Lab was the traditional Garbage Can. She ate anything, including stuff she shouldn't. She ended up at the vet's on a few occasions until we decided her stomach had something in common with a goat. Soap, charcoal, hardboiled eggs in the shell, boxes of Girl Scout cookies, including the cellophane, whole chocolate easter bunnies, poisonous plants.... nothing seemed to inflict permanent damage.
Our second Lab had a more refined appetite. Food was not snatched out of your hand, it was delicately lifted. If you were eating a brownie, cookie, apple,...and you happened to let your hand hang at your side between bites, she would come up from behind and gently wrap her tongue around it and pull it from your hand before you realized what was happening. Feeding her pills was a breeze. "Caia, Sit. Caia Catch". The pill was caught and swallowed. But her real love was fruit and vegetables. She could peel a tangerine and eat all the sections and leave the skin intact. She stole tomatoes or bananas off the counter, leaving only a red stain or a banana peel. As soon as anyone began to make a salad, she was by their side, waiting for a treat.
Maggie has her own eating idiosyncrasies. For one thing, she is a picky Lab. She sniffs her food before eating, and from time to time decides she's really not hungry. She does not take pills... ever! She will hold it in her throat until you think it's gone, and then give it back. If she needs antibiotics, the vet knows she has to have a shot. She also is allergic to beef. Go figure! But one food that never fails is Pizza.
For years we had pizza night. As soon as she saw us write the check for the delivery guy she'd stand guard at the door. Casually say the word "pizza" in conversation with someone and her ears perk up and she starts the dance. Sometimes I make my own from a bread dough recipe. As soon as I pull out the pizza pan instead of the loaf pan, she begins to hover. This does not happen if I get the pizza pan out to make something else. Dogs have a sixth sense, and this one can sense when pizza is in the air. One day I pulled a foil wrapped package out of the refrigerator--leftover cold pizza. She awoke from her nap and was under my chair as I ate it.
Maggie only gets the crust. In spite of her great love of Pizza, she's never had a whole slice to herself. In honor of her 10th birthday, we've decided to break tradition and let her eat what, until now, she has only smelled.
Happy Birthday, Maggie! This one's for you!
(By the time she was finished her treat and we were
finished with dinner, her bandana was soaking wet from drool and we had brought her a towel to cover the floor. But she was happy!) 
