Dumps loves food. Rather, Dumps loves the idea of food.

Heck, he loves anything that even looks like food. He can bend, stretch, crawl for any morsel.

On the floor?
No problem – it’s in the mouth now.

Near the toilet seat?
Did you say the area was dirty? Too late.

What? Was that a hair-ball that I wasn't supposed to eat?
Well, you lazy bums, why didn't you clean the house?

And try snatching it away, or worse, extracting it out of his mouth with your finger. Dumps will make sure you will not ever make the mistake again, or it will cost you that finger.

It has reached a point, where, unless he is picking right off the garbage can, he can go ahead and digest it.