It often happens in the White Dog Army that clamoring desire is based not so much on need but rather, on the fact that the others are getting something that MAY be delicious.
Diva did not come from a background of culinary diversity. Her true desires run along more traditional dog "likes:" bits of hot dog, soft duck chews, chicken from my dinner plate. To her credit, she will try new options...especially if the rest of the WDA excitedly accepts what is being offered. She has learned to accept and munch away at Diva-size appropriate baby brussels sprouts which are a family favorite, for example.
Not to be left out Diva also accepts tidbits she is not so sure of, like this morning's blueberry. While this fruit is a key ingredient in our homemade food, THOSE blueberries are mushed up in the food processor and thus have a different texture and initial taste.
Diva sat next to me as we all shared my morning fruit. She politely accepted her blue globe and enjoyed batting it around as the others gobbled theirs. After breakfast she moved to the office recliner to supervise my work. The blueberry was gone and I assumed she finally ate it.
It was not until she jumped down from the chair to join the WDA song to the mail carrier that I discovered that Diva had been roosting on the morning blueberry. Even though she did not want the fruit, she cleverly protected it under her body in case of a change of mind...or maybe as a guard against starvation should real treats get hijacked.