I rotate between doggies, feeding them morsels from a designated fork. Occasionally, one will rise. If I say, “sit,” the dog will listen, but only if I preface this with their name. Otherwise, she assumes I’m talking to another pack member. Our senior pooch stomps during the entire breakfast. She wants to make sure I notice her. Our youngest gal takes each morsel with gusto, and our youngest male snorts between bites. Theirs is a breakfast fit for champions. …