Most Friday nights my oldest grandson spends the night with me. I pick him up from school and then we just hang out. Saturday mornings I usually make him a nice breakfast, unless we are headed out somewhere. Lately he has wanted bacon and French Toast. After the toast is done I've been scrambling 4 eggs, one for each dog, since everything is already out and the pan has to be cleaned anyway. Just to note, scrambled eggs are the only prepared human food these babies get besides raw vegetables and occasional small bites of cheese.
Somehow, Sawyer has figured out this routine. This morning even before I finished the French Toast he started barking; the bark that he uses every morning when I'm leaving and about to give them their doggie treat. Bark, bark, bark, this morning. I knew what he wanted! As I whisked the eggs I told him to be patient, the eggs had to cook and cool before he got any. But he just kept barking, barking, barking!
I'm not sure how Sawyer has figured this out, but he has. The only thing I can figure is that he has associated the smell of the melting butter and the frying toast with his scrambled egg. Smart dog!