Generally I allow my dogs to intermingle with me as I prepare their meals, it is encouraging to me to see the non-competitive comradeship my dogs have when I am the center of their world, because the food always comes from my hands. It is also smart on their behalf, as I appear "clumsy" and often drop smidgens of liver or kidney onto the floor that they cheerfully gobble up (something that doesn't often happen when their meal is before them in its entirety).
My husband, on the other hand, finds their 'mingling' a dangerous distraction and keeps them separated from him by a gate. I understand why, he is nervous to be using a cleaver to begin with and the chicken was still a tad frozen to be cutting into quarters.
This, however, led to a very cute photo opportunity... 'waiting'
heavens, i love her sweet little face.
I love her sweet face too!
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