When the Yorkie's Away...

This evening, as I was fixing myself a late snack, I noticed the dogs' bowls were empty, so I scooped a cup of food into each. After a few minutes, both dogs were eating: Gracie from the left-hand bowl, Buster from the right. I maneuvered around to get a better look at what they were doing, and Gracie looked up at me, turning her head to her left. As she did so, Buster leaned over and snaffled a mouthful of food from her dish. By the time she looked back, he was back at his own dish.

She's the queen of the household, but he knows how to get around her.