Ain’t No One Sneakier Than a Hungry Dog: The Tale of Max, Jupiter, and a $1000 Bet
Welcome, all you wonderful readers of the interwebs! Pull up a chair, snuggle with your furry friend (or a pillow if you’re tragically petless), and let Roger spin you a tale straight from the realms of Reddit. Oh, and buckle up—there’s steak, sass, and sniffing involved!
A Reddit Story Like No Other
Let me set the scene: Our protagonists are a dog-doting, cheese-loving couple who’ve been shacking up for about a year. Enter stage right: Max, the rambunctious boxer mix with a nose for trouble and stomach for days. Now make way for Jupiter, the user’s girlfriend’s border collie, a paragon of obedience and the epitome of canine perfection—or so she claims.
If you thought that ‘dogs will be dogs,’ well, you’d be right on Max’s end. Things around their household had been pretty turbulent, with arguments flaring over the ungodly behavior of Max. Our storyteller’s girlfriend, so confident and towering in her high heels of pet-sophistication, maintained that Max’s bad behavior stemmed from lousy training. ‘Hmph!’ she proclaimed, ‘Jupiter wouldn’t dare.’ Cue the eye-roll, folks.
The Bet That Should Have Been a Joke
What really winds my proverbial clock here is the audacity of youth. Therein starts the legendary wager: the Steak Bet. In what sounds like a dinner party theater script, they set up two steaks, tantalizingly wafting with juicy goodness, in front of Jupiter. “He won’t eat it!” she declared, tossing $1000 into the ring like a high-stakes poker player. Our poor guy agreed.
Naturally, they left the room, recording the entire event for posterity. Five minutes later, Jupiter had behaved as if he were channeling the stoic demeanor of a Sunday school nun. Didn’t even *lick* it. Impressive? Oh, hell yes. Stunned? Totally—our poor bet-loser probably changed religious alignments while his jaw practically gave up on gravity.
The Financial Fallout
Here’s the kicker—our friend accepted the staggering loss with a gracious tip of the hat. But then, financial reality struck. Making a humble $21 per hour, coughing up a cool grand was as likely as Max turning down a grilled cheese sandwich. Girlfriend, however, was fixated on her winnings, and never let it be forgetten. Talk about gloating rights.
She insisted on incremental payments and got her first $100. The subsequent horror? Our friend realized he hadn’t quite thought this through. Time to renegotiate, or hell, beg for mercy. Was she being greedy and smug? Many would nod affirmatively. Was he the asshole for attempting to negotiate the terms of their insane bet? This, dear readers, is your stage to weigh in.
Roger’s Take: The Sass-Side-of-History
Alright, gather around because ol’ Roger has some thoughts. First of all, the sheer audacity to wager $1000 on dog obedience? I mean, why not just bet on a unicorn’s existence while you’re at it? Pro tip: Never, ever underestimate a woman’s confidence in her pets or her subsequent desire to cash in on it.
But let’s be realistic, friend. Taking out a several-hundred-dollar loan, claiming you’re the ‘dog whisperer’ loser, and then going back on your word—well, it’s about as classy as a soggy Sunday newspaper. Backing out of a bet after a face-palming loss is like sending an RSVP to a wedding and then not showing. Just tacky, darling.
However, on the flip side, Miss High-and-Mighty should, perhaps, tone down the victory parade. There’s confidence, and then there’s condescension. Humility, sweetie, isn’t dead yet. She could most certainly cut you some slack, especially when it’s clear that, while you’re not destitute, you’re not exactly swimming in Scrooge McDuck’s money vault either.
In the end, a fair compromise or an honorable renegotiation could save their relationship from becoming collateral damage in this canine caper. One thing’s for sure—this little episode is just as much about learning respect and boundaries as it is about steak and dog fables.
And with that, I say: dogs will be dogs, lovers will argue, and bets—well, maybe keep those to poker night at the casino.
Original story
My gf and I have been living together for about a year and one of our main arguments is around my boxer mix Max. She thinks she’s a dog whisperer because her dog Jupiter is basically the perfect pet and that I’m a lousy dog owner.
I think it’s because she has a border collie that just train themselves. She hasn’t developed any of the normal routines that dog owners do like put their shoes out of reach or never leave food unintended and gets angry everything she pays for it.
She left a grilled cheese and Max helped himself. She was pissed and told me I was the asshole for not training my dog.
I argued no dog is going to turn down a grilled cheese and after arguing around we agreed to see if Jupiter is that impressive by leaving steak in front of him, leaving and seeing if he sneaks a bit. She said $100 was on the line and I said sure and then said it was too low and said $1000 and I admit I agreed because I didn’t think it was possible for me to lose.
Well we cooked steaks and put 2 on plates near Jupiter and left. She reminded Jupiter to leave it and we left a phone to record in case he licked but didn’t eat it.
We left for 5 min. Jupiter didn’t even seem tempted.
I was honestly shocked I didn’t think it was possible. I admit I’m kind of impressed.
Max would have eaten it immediately. But now I cannot afford to pay the $1000.
My gf wants me to pay it to her in increments. $200/month until I paid it.
I’m trying to talk her into lowering the price. I already paid her $100 but she thinks I’m the asshole for agreeing and then backing out.
I already admitted she won and I only make $21/h, I’m not rich. I think she’s getting a bit greedy and smug from winning but AITA for trying to go back on paying the entire $1000 after losing our bet?