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The other day I put 2 hot dogs on the grill for myself and 2 for Gibbs. When I eat I give him his bowl of food and in the meantime his hot dogs were sitting on the counter to cool. When I finished eating I went into the living room to chill on the couch for a while. Gibbs kept looking at me then running into the kitchen. I asked him what his problem was and he ran in the kitchen again. I followed him in there to see what he wanted. That's when I saw his hot dogs sitting on the counter and realized he wanted them cut up and put in his bowl. He's a pain in the butt but he's no dummy.