My daughter loves quesadillas. Every single time I grab the bag of shredded cheese, the corgi and the German Shepherd come running in like a couple of bumbling idiots on speed. The dogs must get their cheese. If they don’t, the German Shepherd glares in disappointment. And if he’s really mad, the corgi will bark, immediately shattering your eardrums and any glass within 50 feet. So the dogs get their cheese. Not a lot, but enough. Just the right amount.