There are two kinds of bowls in our house – the water bowl and the toilet bowl, both providing an endless supply of hydration for our dogs. Each dog has a preference, each has a favored style of distribution and each has a unique way of sipping their fluids.
Dolce fancies running water, preferably from a hose. She’ll crouch down, tip her head under the nozzle and “bite” the flowing water. For the longest time, Dolce had the misfortune to have to use a standard dog water bowl, hoses not being the norm for the inside of our house. I am now thinking she did so under duress….
On hikes, she’ll only drink from the bottle as we’re pouring the water into the canvas trail bowl, never from the nylon lined cavity. Out in the pen, she’ll ignore the water bowls and the rain puddles and instead lap up the tiny drops of moisture emitting from the drip irrigation line stationed around the Pinon trees. With me as I’m in the tinkering in the yard, she’ll eagerly wait for me to turn on the hose, anticipating immediate flowing water. I chuckle over the puzzled look of confusion she gives me, as she waits for the water to run through the 150 ft. of hose, until the water shoots out the nozzle directly in her open jaws, turning her confusion into surprise. It’s turned into a game with her as she awaits for that first shot of water to hit her, timing her mouth to open at just the right moment.
That is, until Uncle Dan came to visit and bought the girls their own running water BigDog bowl. Dan is a long-time friend of Malcolm’s and adores the girls. He always brings the girls a special treat when he comes to visit. Toys, smoked bones, treats, he spoils’em rotten. I, of course, love anyone who loves our girls, so Dan can do no wrong! The minute Dolce heard the running water she ran in to investigate and immediately claimed the bowl as hers. It took her all of 20 seconds to tip her head down and start biting the water. She likes to stand to the right side of the bowl, crouch down and beeline into the fountain. Dolce is in heaven!
Amore prefers the toilet, also known as the 1) throne, 2) the shitter or shit box, 3) the great white porcelain god 4) the can, 5) the loo, or my favorite, 6) the library. It’s just the right height, just the right temperature of coldness, just the right size of for delivery. She likes the master bath’s porcelain the best, as it is closest to the dog pen and her dog pillow. She’ll stand at the bowl for a good 4-5 minutes, slurping and lapping the cool water, sometimes, draining the basin. Amore will drink some, think a’little, drink some more, think a’little more, and then maybe drink some more again. She’ll take her time, stare off in space for a few seconds, then dip back down to the bowl for a few more sips. She’ll then leave a 15 ft. trail of huge water drops into the bedroom and through the house. Thank Gawd for brick floors!
Where as Dolce likes to bite at the water we pour from a bottle or hose, Amore would rather slurp her fluids from a standing still bowl. We’ve yet to see her drink from the BigDog bowl, not even from the wide basin. We haven’t figured out if it is the noise of the trickling water, the ripple effect in the lower basin or if she just doesn’t like lowering her body to sip some water. Bottom line – she refuses to drink from the BigDog bowl.
Now Malcolm goes around the house flushing clean toilets, just to refill her bowl and release some “fresh” water. AND, I leave a towel close by to “wipe” the seat for later. How spoiled is that?