Winston tries so hard to be nice to Birdie but quite frankly she is a self centered witch. She stares at him sometimes with disdain, giving him the "stink eye". She always butts in front of him when they come in and go out. She cuts him off when I reach out to pet him. She eats out of his bowl and then guards her own. She's a charmer alright. He endures. It's as bad as the kids.
I buy two of everything for them (like the kids) and so it was no different when the raw hides showed up. One for you and one for YOU. She sat and waited until he made it soft and then she took it from him. He "puppy shrugged " it off and began on the second one and when it was soft? Yep she took that one too and hid them both in her cage. Niiiiiice. She took his favorite toy and stuffed that in her lil pirate cove. We discovered she is quite the Klepto; stealing shirts, socks, Lego's, small stuffed animals and though the verdict isn't back yet concerning one of the fish; after what she did with the kitchen chair...I'm not hopeful. We'll miss you Sharkey. You were a good fish.
Winston just stares at her. He sometimes sniffs sadly at his losses. Sometimes he looks at me as if to say "Are you KIDDING me? Get her. Stop the insanity. She can't be THAT cute, she has no friggin TAIL!!!!" But he does not charge, growl or bite her. He simply sashays off to find something else to eat, do...
But one night there was a bone; a REAL bone, with marrow and bits and yummy dog stuff all baked on it. We had to choose. We chose...Winston. I thought he was going to explode right out of his wrinkly little face. He danced and snorted. He spun and wagged. Drool slopped from his jowls and he could barely keep his tongue in his mouth. Actually, it was open as wide as it could go in a dog laugh or a smile or SOMETHING that was beyond ecstatic.
HOORAY ME!
Gingerly he took it and snuck away while we slipped Birdie a milk bone. (Diversion works not just with young children but dogs of most ages.FYI)
We could hear him enjoying it. He seemed to be thanking it for being tasty and all his own. He was telling it he loved every bite it gave him. Then she caught on. She stared at him, circled him and licked her chops. Finally, she growled, walking right up on him and took it. Birdie went and sat in her corner and began. She gave him a parting snooty chuff. "Hmph!--So THERE!"
He was crushed. Devastated. Disappointed...oh and a little ticked off. So he marched over to her . He really does march. He refuses to bend his knees and so his legs are straight as he prances with his little ears flapping in a proud breeze. Anyway, he marched over and smacked her with his paw and stole it back, rushing up the stairs, dashing to his cage where he went in head first and hid it in his blankie while he continued his interrupted conversation.
WELL! You'd have thought he'd taken a poop on her head. She just sat there gawking at me. I gave her one of her many raw hides but she closed her eyes and looked away. Pitiful offerings. If she could have spoken, I'm sure it would have been to ask me "How could I?"
A couple of hours later, Wee man came back down and sat in the snugglie blanket with me. I swear he burped and blew it at her on purpose. Although she went and hunted, she did not find the bone.
I haven't either come to think of it. He did his best. He earned every bite, chew, and piece of fat off of that bad boy.
My tiny gentleman.
May you get something YOU really want today...all for you.
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