I'd make breakfast every Sunday morning for the whole family (including Teddy.) Teddy's would be set aside until after the family was done eating. As soon as we'd start cleaning up, he'd start "talking" and creeping towards the kitchen. I'd stare at him and tell him to go back downstairs to the family room repeatedly. My boys would laugh, my (now) ex-wife would complain I made Teddy breakfast.
The game would go on for about five minutes or so until Teddy would finally come in the kitchen and bark at me without stopping until I put his breakfast down.
It's one of those things I still miss to this day. They sure have a way of getting into and staying in our hearts don't they?
I've done similar, lost the guy a few months back, miss those "games".