I watch my pack. It's my job but I like to do it anyway. And I listen all the time, too. That way I know if someone is sad or mad or happy. Or if they are sick. Because it's my job to help them feel better! I don't mind at all. It just comes naturally.
I like to watch them eat, too. It's fun because of all the good smelly things! Like broccoli! Good smelly broccoli gets saved for my breakfast and my suppertime and it's my favorite. My other favorite is peas. I love peas. Oh, and spagetters, they are my favorite, too. And when my pack eats, I always get the schnibs. ALWAYS. That's my second breakfast and second dinner! It isn't very much, but it is always yumbers!
So, I was thinking that it's only fair that my pack watch me eat, too! Yep. Why not? Mom usually watches me have my breakfast and suppertime, but in between I have snacks that are good for my teeth. And they forget to watch me. So I have to remind them. That's when I yell at them. Not a lot, just a little. They understand Spotter pretty well now, so it doesn't take long. Sometimes I don't even have to yell, just whimper a bit and they "get" it! "Come in here and watch me eat my bone!" Haha, I've trained them well. I watch you so YOU watch ME! The only difference is, I don't share my schnibs. They don't seem to mind.