Shortly after the new year began, I put a tray of summer sausage, cheese, and crackers on the table.
New Year's Eve leftovers.
I walked away to do other things (the tray wasn't supposed to be a sit down dinner, you know).
Buddy barked at me. A reminder bark. A single bark that said "People, there is food on the table, why are you not eating it?"
So, I went to the table and got her a bite and took a few bites myself.
Went back to what I was doing.
Another reminder bark. This one said, "PEOPLE, THERE IS FOOD. ON THE TABLE."
Buddy doesn't understand the concept of having yummy smelling food on the table (to her, cheese and sausage are high value treats), being allowed to eat it, and not rushing the table for it.
Why wait?
Buddy is a live in the moment kind of girl.
Written January 2012
