That's right. We have a magic door at our house. Apparently that's where all our yummy food come from. Well, except for the dog treats in the jar and the baby carrots in the freezer. When I get up in the morning, I run to the magic door and sit there. Mom laughs at me because she says that it's not always time to eat. Says who? I see them eating whenever they want(they have some stuff behind the magic door too or else they're eating our food). If mom doesn't move fast enough in the morning, I start barking my "smoker's bark" at her so she knows I'm hungry. That just makes her laugh more and slows down the food getting process. But finally she gives in and opens the magic door and pulls out our food and supplements and feeds us. Mom thinks I can tell time because I'm usually close to food time when I start sitting by the door. Chase does his "woo-woos" when he is ready to eat. That also makes mom laugh. She says we're a bunch of clowns. I think we're a bunch of really smart hungry dogs!