here's what a postcard is. The photo at right is someone else's photo from an actual postcard of Cache Valley (where we live).
This morning I fed our four dogs, as always. From their behavior you'd think we starved them for weeks in between feedings. :) I feed them in a particular order: Cabo, Mako, Miki, Race, as once they've learned the order they all behave better. If I feed them in random order, they'll all squabble for the right to be first. Because poor well-behaved Race is at the end of the line, he gets to watch me feed three other dogs before it's finally his turn. At that point he's always a drooling bucket of despondency. Even worse, from his perspective, is that I always make him sit and stay while I put the food bowl down (to protect my hands from accidental injury when he attacks the bowl). He can't eat until I release him from the stay. The first photo below is what he looks like every morning after I put the food bowl down while he's still in a stay. He's totally focused on my lips, waiting for the word “okay” to come out. He's also drooling about 4 gallons/minute. The second photo I took approximately 3 picoseconds after uttering that “okay”. About a third of the food is already in his stomach. :)