Tuesday the New Dog got a special treat tonight.
She got my lunch.
And The Alpha's lunch.
Beans and rice, homemade in a big batch by The Alpha, divided up into containers to carry to work, and cooling on the counter before the lids were to go on.
We're lucky Tuesday didn't get Wednesday's lunch, too. (Two containers were positioned further back on the counter.)
We are so not used to a dog tall enough, and with good enough hips, to do that.
This episode, combined with other brash kitchen behavior, leads us to guess that she may have been just a little spoiled with people food in her mysterious past. She lost 5 pounds in the 3 months of living at the vet's office, and she could still stand to shed a couple more.