10-13-2018, 08:51 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 70%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]While Victor enjoyed food, cooking it was another story. The male had always held a bit of interest in the art of cooking, but there never really came a point in his life where he actually tried it. Back in Alaska, his owner was the best cook around. During the freezing winter nights, she would always whip up some sort of beef stew for him and his family. He could still feel the satisfying sensation of the warm meal defrosting his bones. Those were the days. Apart of him longed to eat his owner's food one more time, but he doubted that would be the case. She was, perhaps mad at him for leaving, but she waved him off in the end. Humans were wonderful things, for the most part. Victor had his fair share of the nasty and rude ones. His former owner was always kind and caring for her sled dogs, but was never afraid to dish out the tough love when it was needed.
The scent of the cooking food was enticing to the male's sense of smell and it led him here. Blue eyes drew over the food, a small bit of hesitation holding him back for a brief second. Just because it looked gross did not mean it tasted gross. "This looks wonderful." He gave a small wag of his tail, a smile spreading across his muzzle. "I would love to try some." Victor was fearful at the idea of possibly getting an illness from the food, but he was willing to take the risk.
The scent of the cooking food was enticing to the male's sense of smell and it led him here. Blue eyes drew over the food, a small bit of hesitation holding him back for a brief second. Just because it looked gross did not mean it tasted gross. "This looks wonderful." He gave a small wag of his tail, a smile spreading across his muzzle. "I would love to try some." Victor was fearful at the idea of possibly getting an illness from the food, but he was willing to take the risk.