"Buster! Nein!" Autor says, shaking his finger at the dog. He picks up the egg carton and examines how many of the eggs were broken. He sighs, finding that most of them are. He adds eggs to his list and throws away the carton--after throwing one of the broken eggs to the floor for Buster.

Then he finds a rag and a bottle of cleaner under the sink, and starts wiping up the mess. He huffs at Buster, and then moves everything breakable in the fridge to the top shelf, hopefully out of his reach.

He returns to his room for the folder containing the care sheet, and decides that diced chicken is on the menu for the dog tonight. He washes his hands, and retrieves the meat from the bottom drawer of the fridge, and starts chopping it with one of the wickedly sharp knives on a cutting board. Every so often, he tosses a tiny piece of chicken to Buster.