Then he said, Hey, Broth, you smell like dog food.
Then, as he's walking away, he says, What's he eating, a cracker?
Me: Um, nothing. I didn't give him anything to eat.
I turn him around and look in his mouth. Sure enough, there's a nice chunk of kibble in there. And he's enjoying every suck.
Let's just hope he doesn't acquire a taste for it.