However, he had no "off" switch on his
appetite, and he was clever enough to break into the pantry and
feast on dog food and garbage. In the six years we had Spinny, he
ate at least a dozen hamburger buns, 14 loaves of bread, popcorn
balls, cookies, 16 cinnamon-applesauce ornaments, and part of a
salt-dough map of Mozambique. He would eat just about anything. His
appetite and iron stomach were legendary in our family.
He would spin around and around when he was
excited, and dinnertime was just about the most exciting thing in
the world. We swore he could tell time, since he would begin whining
about an hour (ok, sometimes two hours) before dinner. His whining
was relentless. And then we had to deal with the flatulence. That
was one gassy dog! I think he thought his other name was "Pee-yew,
Spinny, you stink!" Still, he was a sweet dog who only wanted to
He got very ill one summer, and was so anemic
he almost died. We didn't know he was ill until he stopped eating.
He hid his illness until he was near death. Dr. Batdorf did a
superior job that summer, and Spinner recovered. Just this August,
we noticed one Tuesday that he just picked at his food, and the next
night he ate even less. We took him to Vista Veterinary Clinic and
Dr. Batorf. He was so very ill, and good dogs shouldn't have to
suffer. We said goodbye to him that Saturday.
He was a good dog with a huge appetite and a
heart to match. We miss that guy.