As in the words of Mr Orwell. Four legs good . . .three legs better.

Runty dog stakes his claim at 'tea-time' with his own brand of hideous growling.
The pack psychology is always fascinating at this time of day.
These two protect each other from ferocious poodle-attack, snuggle together on the sofa, sometimes in a cheeky threesome with the cat, but . . . tea time - forget it. Every dog for themselves. Una is such a street dog. Long after everyone has sloped off to bed, given the choice she would still be out there, a lonely silhouette, hunting for the last nano-grain of rice or atom of minced up God-knows-what, and dreaming of the next tea-time.