Look at how good we are. We wait patiently (well, maybe not patiently, but we wait) at the top of the stairs ... a million miles from our bowls (well...). When the bowls have been filled, we are called. Watch what happens when the big dope says, "Reagan, go Irish. Bronwyn, go Cavs."
How about that? We each go to our own bowl. I am the best at that of course, because I go right past Reagan's bowl to get to mine. Isn't it incredible how I leave Reagan's food alone? Do you see the sweetheart in the background at the beginning of the video?
2 comments:
The wonderful ritual of the dogs sprinting for their dinner. SO CUTE!
I love the way they keep comparing what's left in their bowls!
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