Just a totally normal way of eating your breakfast.
Sometimes if one of Dudley's feet is bothering him, which is not unusual since he tears around the yard at 45mph and ends up cutting his feet and twisting his ankles and things, he wants me to hold his bowl while he eats his breakfast. And sometimes he doesn't bother to get all the way off the couch first. Because Dudley.
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