breakfast in bed

Baxter could hardly believe his luck yesterday when his birthday brunch really did arrive while he was in snuggled in bed. Most days the little kielbasa and I train together with his meals, jazzing and shuffling and tapping and toeing our way through half his meal while he must wait in his kitchen bed until released from his stay for the other half. It's a formula that has worked pretty well, I've found, for bonding and helping him stay the good little boy he usually is. But breakfast in bed? I am sure that's something he wishes he could train me to do more often.