Tristan brings both of the Supper Dishes (words chosen so as not to show up in everyday conversation) before every meal now. He has to, because he carries them around the rest of the day, and often he's the only one who knows where he left them.
There's nothing quite like the head-high, high-stepping proud prance-wag of a spaniel who is pleased with himself.
I had not realized what a favor Tristan is doing for me. This morning he flipped his bowl (the wider slow feeder--he can flip Yvaine's bowl back without assistance) and needed me to help him retrieve it. I leaned over to flip it back, and when I stood back up, my headache flared.
The great majority of the time, he's saving me from having to bend over to reach the floor four times a day (two bowls, two meals) by bringing me the bowls and holding them until I take them. It's better for my back and for the POTS. What a good, good, helpful boy.