The dogs go out for their morning urgencies first, then they are fed. After breakfast, I send them out to the yard again because they are sometimes too excited about eating to do what they are supposed to do.  The second trip out is always accompanied by a treat.

One recent morning, it was snowing. At 13, Sheba has trouble with her back and legs, and on this morning, she slid down the slippery stairs landing flat on her belly and bonking her nose in the snow.

Without missing a beat, she whipped her snow-coated muzzle around and opened her mouth for her treat. Figuring out how to get back on her feet could wait.

My girl has her priorities clear