Everyone I know has completely different standards of table manners for their dogs. My grandmother, by the time she was ancient, was putting her poodle in a high chair like he was a baby human. My father, who already disliked poodles because his sister had 42,568,793 mini poodles and you could never find a place to sit in her house, finally found a little humor in grandma's little poodle, who took his role as baby human very, very seriously. Somewhere in this house, I have a picture of my father pretending to feed it "milk" from a "baby bottle" that was really a wine bottle. He was a bit warped.
My husband, before he moved in with me, used to let his Boston Terror lick his plate clean after dinner. When we joined households, the thought that he might get his choice of two plates was apparently too much for him... and he would start whining as soon as I set the plates down on the table. This whine increased in frequency whole time we ate. He'd start shivering and shaking and drooling like he had a terrible disease and his head would dart back and forth between us. He'd suck in his belly to look thinner. When we got Solly and he had to have only one plate, he'd lick one plate as fast as he could and knock Solly's head away from the other, then when Solly would go lick up the first plate, he'd knock Solly's head away from that. So I wrote up a memo saying no dogs could lick plates anymore. But Earl never read it and two years later, he's still whining and drooling and sucking in his belly.
I do save two pieces of food off my plate for them at every meal. I put them aside and they have to wait until I am DONE. They don't get them by jumping up and down and being ridiculous. Solly does run his head under my elbow and peak at the food, though. He wants a good advance look at his treat. Sometimes he'll look two or three times a meal.
After I'm done eating, I make them sit, lie down, roll over or shake or do something else before they get their treat. There's a bit of competition between them; Earl wants to grab his first before Solly gets his (he still thinks he might get two pieces, I think) and Solly tries to run through the whole repertoire of tricks like he might get better treats. Sometiems I ask them to lie down and Solly sits, shakes, lies down and rolls over before he finally just lies down and stays down. Then he eats.
At my mom's house, Charlie just stares at her, but does not get any food at all from her at the table or after she eats. But when I come over, he senses a dog sucker and he barks and fidgets the whole time. She says he doesn't do that with anyone else. She is positive I sneak him things under the table, but I don't.
So what happens at your house?
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