
This morning the dogs were treated to a pot of soup with a lot of pork meat in it. It was just one day older than it should have been to safely consume and they were happy to devour it. I scooped it out with my hand and fed it to the dogs. They have learned not to growl or fight when being hand fed and to take food from my hand without biting my fingers. They must wait for their turn when their name is called, to eat and cannot steal from the others or they get no more and are sent away. This is part of being pack master where food control is demonstrated. It is my food and I am sharing with the dogs. They must never show any aggression to me or they would be severely reprimanded and get nothing. So, seven dogs it is and I love it. Now, to work on keeping the boys with the sheep...