Well, she lost her breakfast, that is.
Daisy has a goofy habit of waiting to eat her breakfast until all the goats are done with theirs. I think it’s her way of showing how tough she is. I pour food for everyone, but Daisy just slinks around her bowl and won’t eat until the first goat finishes her breakfast and comes over to curiously investigate Daisy’s dish. At that point, Daisy springs over to her bowl with a snarl and a sideways snap at the offending goat, dives her head in and begins to chow down, all the while throwing malevolent glares at the goats and showing them her fangs. It’s like she’s eating her food at the goats, as if to show them… what exactly? None of them even like dog food!
But this morning Daisy’s insistence on eating her food for a caprine audience backfired. It was pretty windy this morning, but the bowl stayed grounded until just about the time the first goat came out from breakfast. Daisy ran over to her bowl and had just begun to sample its contents with a vicious snarl at Nubbin, who was casually passing by, when a blast of wind came up and blew the bowl over, scattering its contents all over the driveway. Daisy had to carefully pick the pieces out from the gravel one by one. The goats filed past without regard–Daisy was too busy finding and consuming her breakfast before it blew away or got trampled to scold anyone for looking at her meal. I guess she also knew that no one would be jealous of food that had to be picked up out of the dirt!