Blue has what Heather and I call the "mustang metabolism." Her mustang Quincy gets fat just looking at grass. And if there is no grass, he will eat whatever there is.
Blue must have a mouth of steel too. I have seen him dig in and eat star thistles. He's eaten all the puncture vine and ragweed out of his pen. He will pick up a whole tumbleweed as it tumbles by.
But just because he'll eat anything that can't outrun him doesn't mean he lacks taste.
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| Oooh, is that a cucumber? Don't mind if I do. |
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| Nom nom nom nom |
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| Is that watermelon I see? |
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| (He even spits out the seeds.) |
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| Hmmmm... cantaloupe rind. Well, if you insist. |
Since he's shown such a penchant for treats, I don't know why it took me so long to try the Amazing Graze toy with him. It has just been sitting around the basement at my house or in the scrub behind the trailer at Heather's since last winter. Maybe longer.
And it took Blue about two seconds to figure out that rolling the toy made the treats come out.
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