So, today I took two long walks, one in a park where I met some delightful dogs.
Two of them were Beauty and The Beast (yep, their names). Beauty is a lovely older lady golden and The Beast is also a golden, but a slightly younger gentleman.
Their owner explained that Beauty runs the show, keeping Beast under her thumb....er...dewclaw.
He said that if he doesn't feed Beast in another room, far away, Beast is afraid to eat until Beauty finishes hers and decides whether or not she wants some of his. He'll just sit there looking longingly at his food until Beauty is finished. Then he'll wolf it down before she changes her mind.
Poor Beast.