Our new arrival, blind Darla, is one food-motivated older lady. Because we feed the dogs dinner in their crates, she now associates the crates with food. So even before I arrive to start serving up dinner, Miss Darla heads to the dog room and finds an open crate to sit in. She's convinced that this is when "food happens." In this case, she picked blind Sophie's crate to see if she could generate the spontaneous arrival of food. (No such luck.)
Then, when she hears me over at the table setting out the food bowls, she races out of the crate and heads over to stand behind me, wanting to make sure she gets her food first. Often we also have Aurora standing behind me, too, except Aurora is barking to get me to dish it out faster. The kinder-and-gentler Darla is convinced her wiggling body and wagging tail will be enough to speed me up and guarantee she's at the front of the line:
She's right — it is. I can't resist. I fill her bowl first and she leads me over to a crate … her own.
Food does happen. But only in the right crate.
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