Maxx made me laugh last night. Normally as soon as I open the front door he runs to the top of the stairs and waits for Steve to move the chair blocking them. Then he launches like a torpedo at me
Last night...silence. then Steve saying
'Maxx, Mum's home'....silence
'Go see Mum'.....silence
Steve comes to the top of the stairs encouraging wayward fur child. I was starting to feel sad that he didn't care anymore. Then Maxx raced down the stairs, thrust his snout in my general direction as his welcome kiss then scampered back up the stairs and disappeared again. By now Steve was on the floor laughing. I called Maxx and he repeated the little act of super quick greeting
It turned out that Steve made him a chicken/vege/rice mix dinner instead of kibble and it was cooling on the kitchen bench. Sir sheds-a-lot was too busy guarding it

but it was so funny to see his anxious face being torn between coming to see me and making sure no-one stole his soon to be dinner. It's funny too as he doesn't resource-guard once he gets the food but oh! The anticipation