The little lunatic is hinting heavily that it is dinner time… But there’s still lunch in the bowl. So I go over and see that he’s eaten everything BUT the peas…
My old dog Marlowe didn’t eat his peas either… he’d snarf up his food, move it around his mouth for a while, swallow and then spit the peas back into his dish – a pristine pile of peas. Weird. What is it about my pets and peas?