Flossie eats her dinner. Enthusiastically. There is no other way.
Then she does the washing up. That bowl has to be absolutely spotless, not a speck of food left anywhere, and it has to gleam.
When satisfied with the result, she brings it to me to be put away. She learned this in about 3 seconds flat from Fran's dogs.
Given the effort she puts into cleaning her bowl, I feel almost guilty for washing it up again (with hot water and detergent, rather than a big pink tongue; I know, it's disappointing).