Saturday am. Ralphie feels that I am starving him. He got breakfast at 10. Eek we woke up late. Then he had egg and a tiny bit of bacon around 11:30. He had gobbled his as I sat down to eat mine and he grabbed his new BFF Kong ball to go charging around the house, only to spot me sticking food in my mouth from the corner of his eye. Abrupt turn about. Jaw slack in dismay. BFF falls to floor. He is saddened by my treachery.