Three Cup Jam

By Fred
Jam is limping again, and tomorrow I'll take him to the vet to see if he can determine the cause. In the meantime Jam is stuck at home again with me, sighing from the sheer boredom of it all, of not being able to play or run or go out for a ride. Poor guy.

So I decided we would play a game using the little Dansk coffee cups that Cheryl and I got for a wedding present. Who uses little coffee cups anymore, right?

The game was find the kibble: 3 cups and a small, crunchy bite of kibble (good for teeth). While I was interested in explaining the fine points of the game, Jam was already aware of the kibble on the floor behind my back, and he was not interested in the cups that I'd arranged in front of him on the floor.

I put the kibble under one of the cups and mixed them up. He didn't hesitate for a minute (a typical novice gambler), but it was the wrong cup...

Then he got a little desperate and accused me of cheating.

And then, after two wrong choices, he got sad. Gambling is for losers...

But then he sniffed and realized that he should have been trusting his nose all along.