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stoutfellowI feed Buster and Gracie a mix of canned and dry food. This sometimes has interesting consequences.
Today, I was in the kitchen munching on a sandwich when I noticed Gracie at her dish. She lifted something out, took a few steps away, and set it down. She was facing away from me, so I couldn't quite see what was going down, but I saw her pick up whatever it was, shake her head, and then drop it again. She repeated the performance two or three times before finally starting to chew. Edging around (so as not to disturb her) I caught sight of the food, and saw what had happened. The gravy from the canned food had glued the dry food into a too-large clump; she'd been trying to shake it into bite-size pieces. She eventually succeeded, then went back to the bowl to pick out another clump.
Meanwhile, Buster has found his safe place. This is where I've been finding him at bedtime lately.
Today, I was in the kitchen munching on a sandwich when I noticed Gracie at her dish. She lifted something out, took a few steps away, and set it down. She was facing away from me, so I couldn't quite see what was going down, but I saw her pick up whatever it was, shake her head, and then drop it again. She repeated the performance two or three times before finally starting to chew. Edging around (so as not to disturb her) I caught sight of the food, and saw what had happened. The gravy from the canned food had glued the dry food into a too-large clump; she'd been trying to shake it into bite-size pieces. She eventually succeeded, then went back to the bowl to pick out another clump.
Meanwhile, Buster has found his safe place. This is where I've been finding him at bedtime lately.
