It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and you hadn't eaten yet. Alec and you were in the living room, he was reading the paper, and you were starting to get hungry.

You looked up at Alec, and then barked softly. He glanced at you with a raised brow. "What's wrong?" Then, he glanced at the clock. "Ohh. Are you hungry, pup?" He asked, and you barked excitedly. He took that as a yes.

Alec set the bowl of dry cereal infront of you. It was an alternative to kibble, because Alec didn't want to feed his son actual dog food, he put together a recipe that was similar enough: dry cereal, sometimes with a little milk.

"There you go. Enjoy it." He said, sitting next to you at the table, him with just a toast - Alec wasn't that hungry.