So, this morning, Gunnar was quite content playing in front of our bedroom mirror, as he usually is. This time he was even more occupied with one of Patrick's belts. I went to feed the dogs, peaked in one more time, then went to throw in a load of laundry. In less than 30 seconds, he quickly and quietly made his way out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the kitchen.
I stepped out of the laundry room and saw Guns sitting in the middle of the dogs, reaching into each bowl, fishing pieces of food out. While the dogs were eating!
I am extremely grateful they didn't bite him. They take breakfast, and all food, very seriously. But guys, a little nudge, or a bark to alert me, wouldn't have been unwelcomed.
Isn't it nice how he chooses to eat dog food, but acts like I am poisoning him when I try to give him chicken and pasta? What is that about?!
Gunnar left his newest toy behind when I scooped him up and picked what was left of the handfuls of dog food out of his mouth. Here is the only evidence I have of the incident:
This completes the latest installment in my virtual baby book. I'm sure with this
monster cutie pie there will be more to add very soon.