Our old dog, Ootek, would have done back-flips for celery.

Our cat, Razz, loves pancakes. Whenever we make them, we make a dime-sized one for her ("razzcakes" is now in common usage in the family for very small baked goods).

We adopted a dog from a shelter in June. Diamond was so feral that she didn't respond to ANY household sounds--not voices, not cars, not the television, not even the refrigerator (how many dogs don't respond to the refrigerator, for God's sake?). She didn't know how to eat out of dish; we spent the first week feeding her dog food and dipping water for her by hand. She raided the trash several times and climbed up on the counter to eat through three bags of liver treats; she was clearly used to fending for herself.