Oh what is this heavenly treat that comes in a giant tub… that is scooped out into spoonfuls of happiness that make my taste buds just tingle? That which I do not wish to share with the cats who also inhabit my home, despite their liking it too? The stuff that I will literally shove my nose into the door of the refrigerator in hopes of getting a sniff – oh hell, who am I kidding, a SNOUTFUL – of?
Yes, it is yogurt. Greek yogurt. Specifically, FAGE yogurt. Bogart Handsome Devil, my predecessor in Airedale-dom, set a hard precedent in the types of yogurt he would consider. There was only one. FAGE. Other yogurts were inferior – and other brands, inedible. He put down his fuzzy paw and got mum trained. So now she shuffles off to Costco to buy it by the giant vat-full for us. As it should be.
But when her back is turned, a quick-reflexed young Airedale pup can get his snout in there, grab it by the side, and gaily run into the living room to plunder his treasure. This time, because there wasn’t much left, I was allowed to indulge and oh how I did – every bit of yogurt-y-goodness in my belly (that wasn’t in my beard).
Mmm… mmm… FAGE.