There is a dinner ritual at my house for the dogs that I think is cute and they think is torture: they are not allowed to dive into their food until I give the okay. Frankie even stays in his "spot" while I get the food from the bin in the garage. What a smarty-pants! Georgie has let me know many times and in many ways that she is incapable of a stay. And since she failed the Canine Good Citizen test for that exact reason, I've decided to believe her. For now.
Do you like my soccer socks? Sexy, I know.