The Prize

I am always telling about my family. This story is probably my favorite.
Bear was a picky eater. He loved home cooked food, but hated peas. As for me, the more veggies in a beef stew the better. Not Bear. He would work at the bowl of stew as though his tongue was a scalpel. His head was huge. It amazed me that he could even know the existence of a pea in the stew.
I think you could have counted out ten peas and stirred them into the stew and he would still segregate them. And then when you counted them there would be ten peas in varying degree of smashed. He would not have injured the peas, but were probably injured by the person stirring the stew.
Like I said, Bear was a picky eater. He would not be interested in the dry food in his bowl. He would come into the house and glance at the bowl, but walk on by until he had to eat or starve.
But there was a way to get Bear to eat these dry morsels. It was a game for our two daughters, Steph and Jenny. One of the girls would take Bear into a closet with the door slightly ajar. The other girl would start a domino trail from this closet door. The domino trail would be made up of his rejected food spaced about a foot apart.
Some times the trail would lead in a serpent path through the whole house. When the trail was complete, it always ended at a different closet with the door slightly ajar. The person that constructed the trail would call out that it was time to find her. Bear would almost jump out of his skin in anticipation of the hunt. He would eat each and every nugget as if he had not eaten in a month. Some times the trail would be very near to other nuggets that were farther along on the trail, but he would not cheat and skip any of the trail.
As the hunt progressed, Bear would occasionally look to his huntmaster for assurance. He would hear "goooooood dog" with excitement. Some times you could hear uncontrolled giggling coming from the eventual closet. Still, Bear would continue his Hansel and Grettel hunt.
If I was busy, it rarely was so much so, but what I would be on hand to watch the happy reunion at the end of the hunt. Both girls would be giggling so hard and Bear increased his intensity in a crescendo as Bear nudged open the closet door. There were hugs for everyone and a very happy howl from Bear. What a happy memory.
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