The bag of tortilla chips falls out on the counter. This annoys me and there are only tiny crushed pieces left. I divide the pieces up between JJ and Benny’s bowl.
Hearing the sound of something hitting his food bowl brings JJ to the kitchen. His rawhide treat firmly held in his teeth, he stands over his bowl. He gazes intently at the chips. He looks up at me.
“Its not my problem, dude”, I tell him. “You can’t eat those chips and your treat at the same time”. He continues to stand over his bowl, contemplating the situation. JJ gently places his rawhide treat on the kitchen rug and gobbles up his chips. He’s going to gobble up Benny’s too, but I tell him no. No doesn’t work, so I chase him out of the kitchen.
Benny focuses on his chew. He trots into the kitchen after he finishes and gobbles up the chips I saved for him. He’s a fan of chips, but not so much of other food. He spit out a treat a dog walking friend of mine gave him the other day. He didn’t recognize the treat. He inspected the treat and then gobbled it up. Apparently, shit is something he recognizes because he has no problem sticking it in his mouth.