Well. For the next few weeks, *every* breakfast included at least one, sometimes two, times where he rolled his forage ball up to my feet, then backed up and waiting for me to put it back to the start for him. He even rolled it all the way around the kitchen island to leave it on the other side of me a few times.
After the first one, it was clearly not an accident. He was testing me.
Then when he had gathered enough data, the tests stopped as abruptly as they started 2/2