I've seen many videos of animals refusing to eat what humans consume on a daily basis! Makes you think! These animals instinctively know what's good for them, while humans are deceptively tricked to consume products which animals deem as not being food! Reminds me of a well known belief that if your horse drinks from the stream, then it means it's safe for you to drink!
About 20 years ago, I had a female beagle we rescued from the pound. She was a sweet, lovable dog, but also a psycho, highly driven, exquisite nose skills, probably would have been a great hunting dog, but we were trapped in suburbia. She loved to roll around in stinky stuff, probably would have eaten a live skunk butt-first, actually sought out our used underwear out of the laundry to chew out the crotches (We had to actually lock up our dirty laundry, it was crazy). So, one day, I had her in the car, and went through the drive thru at a McDonalds (I know, I know...) She was a definite chow hound, would eat just about everything thrown her way, and I didn't want her whining and staring at me as I wolfed down a double-quarter-pounder. She happily ate her plain hamburger patty, but she would.not.touch.the.bun. Did.not.recognize.it.as.food.
I've seen many videos of animals refusing to eat what humans consume on a daily basis! Makes you think! These animals instinctively know what's good for them, while humans are deceptively tricked to consume products which animals deem as not being food! Reminds me of a well known belief that if your horse drinks from the stream, then it means it's safe for you to drink!
About 20 years ago, I had a female beagle we rescued from the pound. She was a sweet, lovable dog, but also a psycho, highly driven, exquisite nose skills, probably would have been a great hunting dog, but we were trapped in suburbia. She loved to roll around in stinky stuff, probably would have eaten a live skunk butt-first, actually sought out our used underwear out of the laundry to chew out the crotches (We had to actually lock up our dirty laundry, it was crazy). So, one day, I had her in the car, and went through the drive thru at a McDonalds (I know, I know...) She was a definite chow hound, would eat just about everything thrown her way, and I didn't want her whining and staring at me as I wolfed down a double-quarter-pounder. She happily ate her plain hamburger patty, but she would.not.touch.the.bun. Did.not.recognize.it.as.food.