Abbey even at 3 is still a little wild woman sometimes, but she is always very polite where food is involved. If you give her a tidbit of something she politely examines it to be sure it's edible, then daintily accepts it. Tonight I was getting some cheese out of the fridge door and almost didn't notice a little "plop" that landed by my foot. I turned around and here's Abbey under the table trying to unwrap a stick of butter. Had to chase her into the living room to get it back, not that I really wanted it back at that point. She let loose a big BAROOOO and I had to laugh with her. It's impossible to explain, uh, dog, I didn't really MEAN to give you that so please give it back now if you don't mind.