Gracie is a game player too. She won't eat her own kibble, she'll stand there and look at me with those big eyes and then go eat Carl's, or if he's finished she'll stand there and wait for me to pour some out of her bowl into his ... then she'll eat. She likes to take a few bites then walk away, I have to pick up her bowl because Carl would inhale it in two seconds. Then all is normal for a while until we start the games again. She NEVER refuses cookies, meat or turkey necks.
I try to wait her out but she bugs the heck out of me; whines, pokes, follows my every step, jumps up and heads to the kitchen every time I move ... she's trained me well.