Dogs don’t eat popcorn.

Never mind he was trained to do something else.
His thing was popcorn. I would pull out of the cabinet a microwave popcorn package and he quickly would be so close to me he would be standing on my foot. Rickles, my beloved Yellow Lab guide dog, would be at my side in a sit position anxiously waiting the results of the popcorn package taken from the microwave. I’d take out the popped popcorn and give it a good shake to distribute the salt and seasonings inside the microwave bag. Then split it open and pour the contents into a plastic bowl and drop, as if by accident, a couple of popped kernels on the kitchen floor. And almost instantaneously he would grabbed the popped booty and licking the floor where it had landed.
So, I would make my way into the family room, turn on the evening news, and recline on the sofa with popcorn bowl in hand. Then without invitation Rickles would be again in his sit position nearby waiting for his share of the popped corn. If I failed to toss a kernel or two right away, he would discretely touch my elbow with his very wet nose as a reminder to share the corn. “Hey, don’t forget me buddy.”
At which point we would go into our ‘dog and pony’ routine but without the pony. I would toss in his direction a kernel and without fail he would catch the popped kernel almost before it left my hand. Then I would toss the popcorn up high in the air and Rickles would be soring upwards to catch it. Snap! Got it.
And it would go on from there. Toss and catch. Toss and catch. Maybe a hundred times. Next to being an expert guide Rickles could catch popcorn with the best of them. If only we could figure out how this popcorn catching could be used in the real world of guide dogdom. I really don’t think the guide dog school would have need for such a thing in their training. Not sure how all this ‘cornpone’ routine began in the first place. Who ever heard of a dog eating popcorn anyway?