A funny thing happened the other morning. I’d given the dogs their breakfast and was waiting for the milk for my cereal to warm up in the mw, when I turned round to check on Little Monkey.
Little Monkey’s bowl was sparkly-empty, and I saw, to my utter amazement, that she was standing over at Mr Spaghetti Legs’ place, calmly eating his breakfast!
He was none too happy about it, but being the gentleman that he is, he just stood and watched as LM rapidly hoovered up his kibble.
I stormed over there, grabbed LM by the scruff of the neck and threw her out of the kitchen. (She’s pretty big, I didn’t really throw her! Rather, firmly escorted her.)
I always supervise meal times with my dogs, because LM has no social skills whatsoever. I have trained her to leave the kitchen immediately once she has finished her food, and usually I stand there to make sure that she does. Just this one time, I was half asleep, and look what she does!