Me vs the world, well... the dog bowl.

i have no clue how to keep my daughter out of the dog's food. i know i am not the only mother who has a crawling baby and an indoor dog. so... seriously. how do you do it? it seems like literally every single time i turn around she has dog food either in her hand or in her mouth. if we place her in her nursery, blink once and she's in the kitchen getting into the dog food, give her tons of new toys to play with, look away for one second and she's ignored those and is instead playing with the dogs food. place her in the other corner of the house as far away from his food as possible and you guessed it, in the dog food.
i'm not abandoning her for long periods of time, we're talking seconds and she just bolts her little crawling body toward that protein goodness. i have started telling her no and trying to discipline her but she's only 8 months old, and while i  can get her to obey and stay away from it for a few minutes, it's like she has short term memory loss and is into it all over again and genuinely surprised when i tell her "no" again a few minutes later.
so, here's the question. do we re-train the dog, or train the child? and honestly, i really don't know how to do either.

Medicine men

Our living room has a large window in the front. our neighborhood has tons and tons of birds. put one and two together and what do you get? birds trying to get into my livingroom via the front window. BAM. basically daily i go to my door thinking someone has knocked and find a dead bird on the walkway instead. {at first i thought the neighborhood kids were mean pranksters... oops. sorry for the bad thoughts of revenge guys}well, this time as my husband got the shovel to go and get rid of the evidence, the bird woke up! it was obvious that there was still some sort of damage because it wasn't flying away. we couldn't figure out if it was just delirious or actually had a broken wing or something. well, being the natural healers we are, we made it a home and kept it with us for a few days until it got it's strength back and flew home. precious right? well, ferdinand {who we later found out was a girl so we called her fergie}is doing well and chirps with her brothers and sisters and step-second-cousins and wakes us up every morning... awesome.

 This is her little home garrison made out of a diaper box. see her in there down below the stick on the right?

 after garrison named her, i told him we had a book about Ferdinand and so it immediately turned into story time. he's the best dad. Fergie chirped her approval in the background during the story.

p.s. before you attack me with thoughts about how unsanitary it is to have a wild bird in my house with a newborn. remember... we kept her in the farthest room from bayli's room, and i never touched fergie and garrison always had to wash his hands after touching her. no worries. :P my mom certificate doesn't need to be suspended.