So, a short-haired dog story. It’s kinda like a shaggy dog story but shorter…

When we got Harvey as a puppy he ate soft puppy chow and he had a hard time with the transition to dry kibble so we made a game of it. We threw the kibble out across the floor and he hunted down the pieces to our praise, and ate them. Flash forward 6 years, I put his food down for him. He has rituals that he must follow, I don’t know why, it’s a dog thing. First I must sit down so he can come over and thank me for his dinner. He has an innate ‘Emily Post’ sense of etiquette. He then runs to his bowl and grabs a mouthful of kibble and runs into the center of the room and flings his mouthful of food out across the carpet just so he can hunt them down like he learned as a puppy. Once he’s done that a couple times he can chow down.