Betty eats till her tummy feels less tight, letting him eat whatever he wants. Some of the things she finds are definitely not edible, dog or no.

Her ears go up again as they're suddenly surrounded by a pack of dogs, licking their chops and intent on getting to the food. One shoves her aside, another sniffing at her too close for comfort. Betty doesn't like what he's implying, backing off with a whine.

This is ours, go knock over your own.