Rocky's never eaten his kibble when I filled his bowl in the past -- in fact I only feed him about 3 times a week because he's been in the habit of eating every other day. Tonight, however, he salivated while I snipped open the new bag, nose positioned vertically hoping to catch a whiff of the salmon-lamb-sweet potato-chicken blend. The moment his scoop hit the bowl so did his tongue. For the first time in his life he devoured his meal immediately rather than first thinking about it for 24-48 hours. Perhaps this was the moment he'd been hoping for all his life whilst letting his former kibble brand remain in his bowl until, faced with the option to starve or consume a sub-par meal, he reluctantly chose life and the promise that one day his waiting would pay-off and he'd be rewarded with a kibble he could consume with joy.
He deserves it.