Our Papillon puppy Squeak either has genetic memories going back to her wolf ancestors or maybe delusions of grandeur. She takes a mouthful of kibbles from her bowl in the kitchen, brings them into the living room and puts them on the belly of one of her toys, usually a ragged, white stuffed sheep. Looking like a wolf feeding on a fresh kill, she defends it fiercely until the last kibble is gone.
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