“Its not called being picky, it's called not compromising your standards”
The other evening before I retired, I put chunks of fresh banana in Zen’s food dish for his evening snack. Zen loved eating bananas, at one time. However, recently that has not been the case. I thought to try one more time since he enjoyed eating them before. It was simply checking one more time to see: has his taste buds changed back.
The next morning the chunks of banana are still in his food dish. Since Zen woofs down (excuse the pun) his food as if it were steak. This human thought: “Okay, I am NOT wasting a banana so I will just mix it up into his food!” I mixed it in, set his bowl down. Zen rushes over,, smells the food first, immediately stops and does not eat anything but just stands and looks at me.
I got side tracked fixing my own breakfast. When I look over at Zen, he still is not eating his food and is just standing continuing to stare at me.
Now, I don’t have kids, but have heard of this routine. So what do I do, but proceed to pick out all the chunks of banana, brushing the attached kibble back into the dish. Zen watches intently as if to say: “Oh, she finally gets it, NO Bananas from now on lady!”
I finish cooking my breakfast and as I leave the kitchen, Zen has “woof down” and finished his breakfast…minus the kibble attached to chunks of bananas.
Guess, I learned my lesson huh? Oh well~