OMG. This is so funny! I remember when my first* child was in a high chair how handy it was to have a dog. That kid scattered food everywhere, quite deliberately because he thought it was great fun to see her go for it. Whenever we got out the high chair the dog knew it was snack time.

*second, technically. The very first was a 5 month premie who didn’t make it. That was my first marriage that’s why I said “my” and not “our.”