I have a dog. and chao-chao An intelligent, cultural and educated dog. Before that, even the food on the floor, which is not intended for him, will never take.
Here somehow...
I go home after work. With a bag. The rest of the lunch in the bag. I say goodbye to the dog, put my bag on the floor and go to the bathroom for 10 minutes. I go back, I see, the dog eats my dry (!). I, making a very strict and vicious appearance, begin to insult her. The dog looks at it with an abomination, but continues to eat the dry. I turn around. I look at the bag. The bag is broken. On top is a bunch of dry food. I have been :-)