Every evening I give Sweet, Sweet Juno and Puppy Jack a snack on the front porch of the Mansion. Juno is especially excited by this routine. When I go out the kitchen door to prepare for my walk, she bounds out of her dog house and romps like a pup. On the last two laps of the driveway walk, she trots up to me hoping this is the last one. Even though I clearly give her signals. "More to go, Juno." And then, "Last one."
After the final lap, I walk clockwise around the concrete slab behind the garage, rather than counterclockwise while I'm turning around to start a new lap. Juno KNOWS then. She prances over and whines and barks. Starts back toward the porch, looking at me over her shoulder. Even though I always make three circles around the concrete to to regain my flat-surface legs after all that gravel-walking.
When I stop at the steps to stretch, she whines and roots her face close to mine. Then she dashes to her house to wait for my reappearance with the snacks. EVERY. SINGLE. EVENING. Jack sticks by me until I go in. Then he runs around front to wait by the door. I always tell him, "I'll meet you around front with your snack." Juno hears this too. But she waits in her house until I am on the front porch with the plates, hollering, "Come on, Juno! Get your snack!" At that point she gallops around the porch to wait expectantly for me to first set down Jack's plate, then her own.
After feasting (Juno is always done first, even though she gets more, and is fed last) Juno sits at my feet and nudges her nose under my hand to start the petting. Once Jack is done and goes to lick Juno's plate, she leaves to sit in the yard, or go back to her house. Unless Farmer H is there, feeding his animals, in which case she goes over to the Shackytown area to supervise.
Last night, Juno left my caresses to pick up a deer antler off the front porch, and retired to the yard to gnaw on it.
Her tooth-picking joy was not hampered one bit by the presence of poor pitiful Copper stalking nearby.
Jack finished his plate-licking (he's a smart one, holding plates down with his large front feet, whereas Juno scoots it across the porch until she gives up) and trotted across the porch to claim his own after-dinner treat.
It looked like a shoulder bone, with marrow still inside. Jack crunched off parts and ate his, while Juno just gnawed.
There they are. The perfect short-term example of biological species uniform distribution. Even post-snack dogs have a buffer zone in which they're comfortable.