This is where and how Riley waits for me to prepare his meal. Like any man, he has his “spot.”

Breakfast was sliced lamb dog food roll. Sliced carrots. Sprinkles of shredded mild cheddar. Some cut up brussels sprout leaves.

Normally, he’d eat it. But today he turned up his nose and came in the BR with me. I forgot that he prefers to eat when and where we are seated and eating. With his pack. A discovery FLH pointed out to me.

So, like a good member of the pack, I have to go off to the breakfast nook and eat.

I live to serve my master.