They are everywhere, everywhere at once and in constant motion, a whirlwind of flying black hair, either chasing one another or following us, wherever we happen to be headed. We're acutely aware that they are underfoot and take precautionary measures to ensure we don't impede their progress; aware at the same time of their unconcern whether or not they they are cognizant that they impede us.
The occasional unfortunate collision serves to alert them that they too must be aware of such possibilities and they have responded as one might expect somewhat intelligent creatures to do, if only in the interests of saving themselves from physical harm, in service to making them somewhat less oblivious to the consequences of their carefree actions.

They are both, and always have been, committed and conscientious grazers. Always on the prowl to discover some titbit that awaits their retrieval. At times such titbits appear to us to represent inedible objects, but they are somewhat less discriminatory in their hunt habits than we happen to be. They imagine themselves gourmands, and their attendance in the kitchen when meal preparations are afoot is guaranteed. The occasional nudge delivered from muzzle to ankle serves to remind us that they're there, and waiting expectantly for a piece of chopped vegetables to come their way. As though we need reminding.

We're pleased that they appreciate little pieces of all manner of fruits and vegetables, cheeses, and other like edibles. They routinely eat ricotta and yogurt with their breakfast kibble. Occasionally they are treated to small amounts of scrambled egg. And at dinnertime their kibble is supplemented with plain cooked chicken, and moistened with chicken soup. Dinnertime kibble is always followed with a melange of cooked and fresh chopped vegetables, their much-anticipated evening salad. We are always rewarded beforehand with a tizzy-mad dance of expectation.

One might suppose this to suffice to satisfy their ravenous appetites, but it does not. Whenever they are outside the house, in the garden, for example, or out with us on our daily ravine walks in the forest nearby, they're constantly on the lookout for serendipitous treats; bits of rotting apple from the wild apple trees, twigs to chew on, violets from the garden, decaying pieces of hosta foliage. So much for their proud status as gourmands.