Another Tater Tale

OK, so you may get tired of hearing about "the Tater" but in our world, his "doins" are notable. "The Tater" is so much a part of the family that recounting his capers comes as naturally as gushing over our daughter, "the princess," and her hubbie. Really....not kidding. If you are "dog people" you get this, if not, you may stop reading now.

"The Tater" loves to eat. He will eat almost anything that we eat. He will often come inside and keep me company while I prepare dinner, occasionally getting a scrap of this, or tasty morsel of that. He will wander over to the trash and take a sniff, just making sure that I have not mistakenly discarded some divine appetizer. One of his most favorite foods is a sweet potato. We stumbled upon his penchant for these quite by accident. He was treated one evening to after dinner leftovers which happened to include the skin of sweet potato and several chunks of ribeye steak. Hubbie marveled at the scene while "the Tater" pushed aside the steak to get the potato skin. Since that day, we have given him the skins and watched him devour them.

This week, however, he has stepped his love of the potatoes up a notch as he has "learned" where they are kept in the pantry. He has also acquired the new skill of opening the door and helping himself! We have caught him TWICE this week with a raw potato, chomping down on it before he got ejected from the kitchen. The first time, we laughed. The second time, I scolded him and shut the pantry. His response was to bite the door stop off of the wall behind the door. I guess that is "Tater-tantrum!" Gotta love 'em.

Live. Laugh. Love.