I love how my dogs always swarm me whenever I bring my snack/lunch/dinner into the living room. Then, they swipe their tail across my food as they walk by–more than once, too, which proves that it ain’t no coincidence.
Pom and Casper are waiting for that moment when I’ll finally go “Well darn, there is dog hair in my food. Looks like I’ll just have to give it all to my beloved Pom Pom and Casper and go hungry today.”
Nope. I just end up eating lots of ketchup-flavored hair.
It’s an acquired taste.