So I'm having some peanuts for an after-dinner snack. Roasted in-the-shell peanuts. I'm eating them in my office and New Dog walks in.
N ow I have yet to give him any people food, and I don't plan to get him hooked on that vice like every other dog I've ever had has been. He watches me crack open shell after shell, and as usually happens, I drop a few on the floor every now and again.
New Dog does not beg from me--his manners are very good in this regard. He just lies on the floor and watches me without even trying to get a morsel.
Finally, I've had enough. I put the bag of peanuts on a small table behind me and I clean up the shells and such that have missed the bowl and fallen to the floor. For some reason, I put the peanut bits into New Dog's dish. Why not? It's just a couple of peanuts...what can it hurt?
I resume reading and typing, and a few minutes later, I hear crunching behind me. I don't pay it much mind at first, because this dog is always chomping on the bones that I've given him, but then I hear what sounds like cellophane. WTF? I turn around and New Dog is caught in the act reaching into the peanut bag for another mouthful of peanuts. And on the floor behind me is not a bone, but rather the broken, wet shells of a couple dozen or so peanuts that he's already helped himself to. I guess that he likes them now.