"Oh, Mike!" She said, making sure to sound surprised as she watched him set two bowls, which he had filled with kibble and water respectively, onto the ground. "No, no! Put it on the table dear, please!"
Mike looked at her, confused. "But..." His voice sounded confused and he had frozen in place, crouched down and holding the lip of the bowls. "...good dogs eat on the ground...right?"
Rachel smiled, making it clear Mike wasn't in trouble. He really was so adorable now! "It's alright, darling." She cooed, patting his normal spot on the table. "Somethime dogs eat on the ground, but you've been very good! I love my puppy and my husband, equally. So, until I say otherwise, you will eat at the table while in human form, even in private."
She grinned at the way he began to grin, tongue popping out to pant. "However, this is a treat for good puppies! And only when your in human form, alright! You will still eat without, utensils though, alright."
"Okay!" Mike yipped, bringing his bowls to his chair opposite her and sitting down. He looked at Rachel expectantly.
She grinned, taking a long drawn out sip of her coffee. After a few seconds, to make sure Mike remembered his manners, she nodded. "Go on eat up! And thank you for the delicious breakfast, my dear!"
Mike dug in and devoured ever last crumb of kibble in record time. Rachel noticed with some pride, that even with his speed, Mike was extra careful not to spill anything onto the table. And he didn't even have a muzzle!
'Although,' She noted, as she took a bite of bacon, watching Mike lick the bowl clean. His tongue seems to be a bit longer and thinner, even in his human form.
Once Mike was done with his water, as well, he began cleaning the pots and pans. It worked out so that, once she had finished everything but her coffee, Mike came to clean off Rachel's plate with the grace of a professional waiter.
Soon they had finished eating breakfast, and Rachel sat there and watched as Mike finished cleaning the dishes.