Our friendly neighbor Kiko, who is an Alaskan Malamute, loves to come over to our house. Not for any real companionship reason - it's just that he always finds tidbits of yesterday's (and sometimes last week's) meal under Olivia and Elsie's chairs.
I think Elsie must be getting back to her roots. DEEP roots, I mean. She's been nipping off at the strangest times, only to be found underneath the dining room table, thoughtfully chewing secret things. I'm not even sure what, since I swept only yesterday, but this is her favorite place to find food. Not in a high chair, or even on my lap. But on the floor. Under the table.
I thought it might be that she likes to eat close to the earth. So I would give her a biscuit or a rice cake and plop her down. I'd glance away for a second and she'd be gone. A scattering of rice cake to throw me off the scent, but I'd soon find her in the usual place. Chomping away.
I recall a study I did in college to determine whether squirrels preferred whole peanuts to "shelled" (i.e. no shell - I'm not sure why they call it that) ones. My findings led me to conclude that they preferred the whole ones, and that it was because it stimulated an ancient response where one had to struggle for food in order to enjoy it. Maybe this is the same thing.
So now I'm debating putting her regular food on the floor for her to find. Or getting a dog.