Dinner time around here is quite a ritual. First, Duke and I both get to go upstairs into the kitchen while Mommy and/or Daddy prepare our meal. I get my supper in a special Old Navy bowl, and Duke gets his in what is basically a molded piece of tin. Duke will eat out of anything but I will ONLY eat out of my own special bowl.
So anyway, while our meals are being prepared, I bark like a crazy Pug and Duke licks the dishwasher. Once the meals are ready, my bowl is put on the kitchen floor and Duke's bowl is brought downstairs to the family room. Mommy thinks it is best if we are separated during mealtime to avoid any, shall we say, conflicts. Once we have finished our meals (this usually takes Duke around 30 seconds) we both get an after-dinner treat and we go outside to take care of business. This process has worked well for us for quite some time now. At least until the other night, that is.
Daddy made the mistake of putting Duke's bowl down in my spot, and all heck broke loose. Duke immediately bolted for his bowl, I got all confused and wedged myself in between Daddy's legs, and Daddy found himself flat on his back on the kitchen floor. Somehow he managed to hold onto my bowl without spilling any, thereby avoiding total chaos. Still, it was quite an ordeal for all of us! I think Daddy learned his lesson though. He is now extra-extra careful when he feeds us. Or he just lets Mommy do it instead!
Pug Hugs ~ Gidget