It’s dinner time. Raven knows it. She tries very hard to maintain herself.

When she gets anxious, she steps outside her crate to tell me so.

Then she goes back inside and raises the volume of her demands.

This is the point where she zones out and is about to leave her senses.

Rabid dog! Rabid dog! Hungry Rabid Dog!

Baby tells it like it is.

Raven had to stay behind the curtain until she calmed her bad self down. Then she got served dinner.