In the '60s we had a Boxer who's food dish was a old chipped enamel pie dish. If she wasn't fed bang on midday within five minutes leeway she's bang her paw down on the broad brim and flip the dish with a deafening CLANG! CLANG! across the stone floor. If that didn't get her dish filled, she'd carry it to wherever you were in the house or garden and drop on your feet. FEED ME NOW!
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