Henry doesn't stop moving very often. When he eats, he walks around the first floor of our house while chewing his food. So, of course, that means we have little bits of half-chewed-slobbery-fell-out-of-Henry's-mouth dog food all over the kitchen, living room and dining room. At least once a week we have to sweep the floors and vacuum the carpet to get rid of all of it when we finally get fed up of stepping on little pieces with our bare feet. It's really quite ridiculous. And the funniest part about it is that there are these little black bits in his food that look exactly like rabbit doots, so half the time you look down and think, how did that get there? The rabbits are downstairs! Anyway, it's time for another sweep/vacuum session, which prompted this comment from Andy last night:
"Thanks for classing up the joint, Henry. Nothing says classy like dog food everywhere."