weimaraner – 1, everyone else – 0
Whenever I let Atlas lick my plate, I put the plate into the dishwasher. It’s the sanitary thing to do. I was going to hand-wash dishes after dinner so, after finishing my lunch, I gave Atlas the last bite of waffle and almond butter-y goodness, put the empty plate on my desk, and went back to my work. I felt a presence. I turned my head and Atlas was standing there, staring at the plate. I wagged my fingers at him, said, “No more. Go away.” and went back to my work. I felt a presence. I turned my head and he was still standing there, staring at the plate. He was so cute. I gave him the plate.
weimaraner – 1, Elizabeth – 0
Atlas spent a few days at Double Dog Ranch. When I picked him up yesterday, Sam (one of the owners) said that he still loves his food. Whenever Sam put the dogs in their crates for dinner, Atlas let him know that he was ready to be fed – immediately – with his VERY LOUD BARK. I told him that I was sorry. He said that he feeds Atlas first; he can’t bark with food in his mouth.
weimaraner – 1, Sam – 0 (though you could argue that Sam wins too)