I’m armed with Lucy’s breakfast and some of Chico’s kibble.
Chico is not eating the kibble, Lucy is. Once in a while Chico closes his eyes. If I move the device to take a pic, he open his eyes because he senses my motion and fears missing anything.
Chico, master of upping the ante, does consider a Charlee Bear an acceptable reward. But kibble, no. That’s not a treat. He’s got me trained.