My first Saint Bernard--Captain Kirk S. Bernard, Ret. L.O. loved KALE. When I bought it, he'd be digging it out of the grocery bag if I left it where he could get it.That and beets. His "cousin" Kelli (my 2nd rescued Saint), loved aspargus. She'd twig to the fact that the aspargus was up and would go eat it--we hardly ever got to eat any of it during the 7 years she shared our lives...miss her still. Ironically, she died on Canadian Thanksgiving in 2003. The aspargus hasn't come back since--I swear she took it with her! And, if the aspargus ever comes back, I'm in trouble--her spirit will be coming back. My mixed breed (pre-Saints) LOVED winter squash. She'd steal the muffins off the counter...and, she'd go out to the compost heap and eat the "shells." On the last night of her life, I feed her baby-food squash...15 minutes later, she died in my arms. My Newfoundland (Forest--Fooey-booey) would look at the microwave at 9:28 p.m. bark twice, roll his eyes to the cupboard where the cookies were, look back at the microwave, and look at me. That was his parlor trick--to roll his big brown eyes to the microwave, the cupboard, and back at me (to tell me I was really slow--couldn't I tell time?) The funny thing was, cookie time was 9:30 p.m.
