February 6, 2007

White Dog proudly trotted in with Max's new rawhide bone and put it on her pillow on the couch. "You stole that!" Steve admonished. "You get mad when Max takes your chewies." White Dog shot him a cool glare and daintily nibbled the rawhide's end. "When Max comes in, you are returning his bone," I said in my no-nonsense voice. White Dog calmly lifted the bone, jumped from the couch and placed it on the far side of the coffeetable--hidden from my view. She then brought Jack-on-a-Leash over to play. "You aren't distracting me. Max gets his bone back, do you hear me?" This I said to her departing backside as White Dog huffed from the room.