Yesterday I decided to nip part of the problem in the bud by moving their feed tubs into the stalls, where there are rubber mats instead of dirt. They did not embrace the change.
Lucy: You want me to eat in there with them? I don't think so.
George: I didn't invite her to sit at our table. Did you?
Lucy, George and Alan may have burned as many calories as they consumed
while they jockeyed back and forth between stalls.
Me: Alan, do you have to pee?
Alan: Yes, but I'm not about to give up my spot at this tub.
Hank dictated who ate where and when...
...with the simple flick of an ear.
Lucy: Meal times were so much simpler when the Ethelettes were here.