Anyone who knows my family knows that we are HUGE fans of peanut butter. Seriously. It's almost ridiculous how much we love and adore the stuff.
We each have our own way of making a PB sandwich (My dad and sis like to SLATHER their bread in peanut butter, while my mom and I prefer to keep it to a fairly thin layer).
As a child, when I was given the classic snack Ants on a Log (Peanut butter inside of a celery stalk with raisins), I'd remove the raisins, lick off the peanut butter and call it good (can't stomach celery or raisins to this day, actually).
Peanut Butter Cups were my favorite candy growing up.
I discovered Peanut Noodles in college and never looked back.
I've always said if I discovered I had a nut allergy, I'd die a happy person (because I wouldn't stop eating it).
Suffice it to say, I ADORE peanut butter.
So, you can imagine my surprise when I gave Chuck a Kong filled with peanut butter and his food that he wouldn't go near it. He barely even sniffed it. He loved playing with the Kong when it was just filled with food, but he wanted nothing to do with the peanut butter that kept things locked in tight.
How could this be? Can he really be a Martin if he doesn't like peanut butter? Frisket loves peanut butter. Our old dogs, Rosie and Charmin loved peanut butter. Heck, I'm sure even our cats would love it, if we'd let them try it.
I thought it would be something he'd grow out of, but as we were at training class last week, we started learning a loose-leash walking technique involving PB on a spoon. I was optimist. How could a puppy reject a creamy, delicious treat like peanut butter?
I don't know how he rejected it, but he did.
And apparently this is a common occurrence. The trainer had CheezWhiz at the ready for us, which Chuck lapped up with abandon.
What is this world coming to?
So, what this means is that Chuck will need to learn to loose leash walk with fake cheese. He's already pretty good at loose leash walking, he just is a bit sporadic in his direction. He's a little thing, so I pretty much let him do his thing. I just don't pull on the leash, myself. Maybe he's taking me for the walk?
To say the anti-peanut butter stance was a shock is an understatement. But it's his life and taste buds. No one understands why I don't like oatmeal raisin cookies or strawberries, but I don't. If this is how he wants to live his life, that's his choice. And tastes do change. He might come to love it when he's older. But I'm not counting on it. As it stands, I'll continue to love my little guy with the big brown eyes and we'll carry on, with CheezWhiz.