Lowered Expectations

GB arrived here with a truckload of supplies, including three bags of high-end dried meat treats and a couple of bags of frozen marrow bones from a butcher shop.  Bessie Anne, being gone not long before, had left three kinds of her favorite treats, as well as a box of dry milk bones.  In other words, this place is dog treat heaven, a veritable cafeteria of rewards.  Knowing I wasn't going to be able to replace GB's treats when they ran out, I've interspersed Bessie's garden-variety rewards with his pet-store stuff.  He's accepted most, turning up his nose at others (but they still get eaten).  I don't overdo it with treats, using them for encouraging the acceptance of a new routine.  I was almost surprised when GB got really excited about the  milk bones from "the cookie store," being pretty plebeian fare for such a high-class dog.  Well, heck, if he likes them, I tried giving him one from the box at home.  Maybe it's like someone used to nice restaurants going out for street tacos occasionally   Maybe GB can see into the future when the fancy treats are gone.  Maybe he has just lowered his expectations.  He definitely gets rewarded for being such a good boy.