My husband’s family called me city girl. I’d never seen a country road that I could remember back then. The first time I saw a pasture of grazing cattle I insisted that we stop the car and pull over to the side of the road so I could get out and look more closely. A cow near the fence lifted her head and mooed loudly. My husband laughed hysterically at my wide-eyed fascination.
I eagerly learned to be a country girl. Ginger, our liver and white springer spaniel, was my constant companion as I pulled weeds and checked the developing tomatoes in the garden. The first time I saw a tomato worm I was horrified, but I soon learned to carry them while they were still munching on the tomato leaf to the chicken pen, Ginger tagging along right behind me. The chickens waited noisily for my arrival with their breakfast treat. As I tossed it in, a furious feeding frenzy would ensue over that one tomato worm, which would never reach the ground before it was consumed by several cackling hens and perhaps a rooster, too.
When the tomatoes were finally ready for picking, Ginger followed me along the rows as I pulled the riper ones off the vine. She seemed to be begging for a tomato. Dogs eat dog food and sometimes table scraps, meat primarily, I thought. I kept telling her gently that she didn’t want a tomato. She kept wagging her tail and begging for one. Finally, I threw her a plump red tomato thinking she would sniff it and walk away. She caught it in her jaws and scarfed it down in a second of time and begged for another! I learned something new everyday during that phase of my life. That day I learned what seemed to me like a strange food for a dog to enjoy.
Does anyone in the blogging world know about or own a dog that craves whole fresh tomatoes?
(I know the tomato season is past. I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date. Ha!)