White Dog did not play her usual "Beg Me" game with Steve at dinner time. Normally, he brings out her bowl and places it on the sofa (where her highness generally prefers to dine). She sniffs the bowl and then jumps down. He invites her back up; she stands and wags until he sits next to her bowl and coos, "Come on, Baby Girl! It is REALLY good!" She jumps up and waits for him to hand feed her her first bite. Then all is good.
But not tonight.