Spencer and Ginger's relationship

Spencer and Ginger's relationship can be summed up with one word: stalker. Spencer being the stalker and Ginger being the stalkee. I first realized that Spencer had become aware of Ginger's existence when he was about 3 months old. I would try to engage him with a toy or a book, but all he wanted to do was stare at her. The obsession has only grown since then.

If Ginger could get on the computer and go to Google, her search criteria would include "order of protection", "restraining order" and "how to disappear without leaving a trace". She spends a good portion of her day just trying to get the hell away from Spencer.

The poor dog has to put up with all sorts of humiliating antics at the hands of Spencer. He is forever running after her to give her hugs and kisses. Ginger will settle in for a nap and within seconds he's upon her trying to plant one on her nose. His newest bit of humor is to put things on top of her body when she's sleeping.

He thinks that wet washcloths are particularly hilarious. He just laughs and laughs when he does this. Ginger does not. She also doesn't laugh when he's bashing her head in with a pillow. Meal times are a totally different story. Suddenly Ginger becomes the lion and Spencer is the gazelle. This is where Ginger can be found whenever Spencer is in his booster seat.

If she's not actually under the chair, she's definitely close by.... because this is inevitable at the end of a meal.

Ginger has several eating disorders left over from her days as a dog living on the streets. Whenever other dogs are around and food is present, she binge eats. She will eat every last bite of food as fast as possible. Once the bowl is refilled she will eat that too. We are going to be dog-sitting my parents' dog for a month this fall. Ginger will no doubt be 85 pounds by the time he leaves.

When other dogs are not around, however, Ginger becomes anorexic. We'll feed her at 5am and she'll finally get around to eating it at 6 pm. This doesn't sit well with Spencer. He picks up her bowl several times a day and chases her around the house trying to get her to eat. I know there isn't food in the bowl in this picture, but you get the idea.
Once she does start eating he wants to be a front row spectator. I'm sure she just loves having a baby breathing down her neck during her meals. We have to watch them very closely because Spencer has been known to try to force feed extra bites into her mouth when he feels Ginger is not eating fast enough.
A few days ago Ginger had not shown any interest in eating and by dinner time Spencer just could not take it anymore. He brought her bowl to her. Just putting it down in front of her apparently wasn't enough.
He also had to shove her head in the bowl. Eat, damn you! Eat!
When we first adopted Ginger I bought a bunch of dog biscuits and treats for her. Upon presenting these to her she called the ASPCA and had us arrested for abuse. She seriously acts like a milkbone is made out of arsenic. But a dead bird, rolled in poop, smashed into hot asphalt..... that's like a brownie batter blizzard to her.