The house has turned into this strange synergistic zoo lately.
The dog follows everyone around, the kid antagonizes the cat, which brings the dog over, the dog and cat start going at it, we come over to intervene, and the kid takes off in a new direction, delighted by the madness. The spectacle continues at dinner.
The dog waits like some kind of jungle ninja, anticipating any food that might drop from the kid’s eating area, and when I say “might” I of course mean “invariable will.” It bugs me, but definitely falls into a “choose your battles” scenario. I know she’s gonna get every crumb of food that lands on the floor, I would just prefer that it not be in the middle of a meal. Tie in the challenge of teaching the kid to cover his mouth when a sneeze is coming on, and you’ve got a recipe for a disgusting food shower that while disgusting for us, is a shower of mana from heaven for the canine.
This place is a freaking zoo.