I have noticed that when humans are served food in a restaurant, they are allowed to eat it right away.
For example, here are Gail's recent visitors Jim and Lori tucking into some sticky toffee pudding (a delicacy which I understand is not commonly available in their home territory of the Pacific Northwest).
But when the waitress brings me a bowl of special home-baked dog treats, I am made to wait patiently until all the humans have finished eating their food and are ready to leave.
Apparently this is all in the cause of teaching me good manners so I don't expect to be given food from the table.
Have you ever heard anything more ridiculous?
Anyone would think I had been negligent in my "pose nicely Bertie" duties during our day out together in Stonehaven.
Which of course was not the case.