As you’ll remember from this post (which brought a few, ummm… passionate animal right’s activists against me), Noah and I adopted our dog B.B. in mid-December. From his very first evening as part of “the boys,” B.B. has established himself squarely below us as we ate, frozen in place and desperate for any morsel or scrap to be offered him from our plates.

When he first started exhibiting the bad behavior, I assumed he would learn that he was never going to get anything to eat from us if we simply never gave him anything to eat. I assumed he’d lose interest. Miraculously, even Noah has been studious in never offering him food from his own bounty. I’ve certainly never offered him anything from mine.
And yet… he sits, and he waits patiently for a handout. Every single time.
B.B. can be starving to death. He can be so hungry that the thought of his own poop sounds good (oh wait, that’s all the time). His food is always available and always in front of him on the other side of the kitchen.
And yet… he sits. And he waits.
I eventually realized that perhaps he was waiting for the food that inevitably and occasionally would fall to the floor while eating, but every time something does fall he just looks at it, doesn’t budge, looks back up at us, and…
He sits. And he waits.
It has been nearly two months.
And yet… he sits. And he waits.
Lately I feel myself wearing down. I feel myself wanting to award his determination and give him the occasional tid bit. But then I remember what a stubborn ass I am, and I remember who the alpha dog is in this house.
I tell him to go eat his own food. He knows what I’m saying. He knows what that means. But until I put my plate in the sink, he sits. And he waits.
He’s playing a game, and I don’t know if I like it. He thinks that if he looks at me with those big puppy-dog eyes long enough that eventually I’ll cave.
Oh, B.B. It’s on like Donkey Kong.
He can sit. And he can wait. But I hope he buckles soon, because I don’t know how long I can keep going in this game of chicken.
One of his tactics is to yawn and act like “The Game” doesn’t affect him at all.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. What are your opinions on feeding animals human food? Is it a bad behavior you never want to start? What funny animal stories do you have about animals who played “the game?”