Saturday morning, Silas was really nervous. I don’t remember why–it happens for enough reasons that I don’t really keep up with it anymore. He needed to eat his breakfast. Breakfast is very important around here, because without it Silas throws up. When he’s anxious he doesn’t want to eat, though.
Breakfast is K’s job. (I feel pretty bad about that right now, because Silas is eating tripe for breakfast. I promise I did not plan that on purpose.)
After trying a few times to get Silas to eat, K finally sat down in the floor next to the dish. Silas immediately came over to eat.
After a few minutes of happy eating, he called out, “I think we have the only dog in the world who prefers you to hover over his food dish while he eats.”
Food resource guarding: a problem we don’t have.