Teddy's food goes on the floor. And so does Teddy. Here and at home with Spike. Any time we give him people food, it goes on a paper plate and right next to his water bowl. Spike got Teddy at eight weeks old and immediately started training him. He refused to be ruled by an animal. Right now he has started nipping at your heels when he wants attention. I keep an empty Windex Spray bottle filled with water at hand all the time. I have it set on mist. Now all I have to do is reach for it, and he stops in his tracks. And he is six years old. Old dogs can learn new tricks. He also has a habit of running to the door barking when anyone is in the hall. He gets his one bark out and turns and looks at me. If he sees me looking at him, he stops instantly. But as he is going back to his bed, he lets out his last bit of a yelp.
He is allowed up on my bed for patting and loving. And if there should be a thunderstorm, up he comes and I wrap him tightly and cover his ears. It seems to help calm him down.
Oddly enough he knows the rules for here and at home with Spike. Here he can jump up on the bed as well at home. He can bark his head off at home, but not here. Elderly folks do not like barking dogs. He knows he cannot leave my apartment without his leash. If he needs to go out, he brings it to Spike or Pirate. Spike has pads that he trained him on as a puppy. He keeps one out when he has to leave him for a while. He will use it as a last resort. I have to give Spike credit for training him from the very first day he brought him home.
BTW, nothing turns my stomach quicker than seeing an animal roaming on the counters where food is prepared. I would rather watch open heart surgery. But that is just me.