February 22, 2008

White Dog and Max came in for "cookies" late this morning after watching the continuing construction drama through the gate. They had to each have two biscuits and then visit the other's eating spot to clean up crumbs. Max sat down to listen as Rob and I discussed his new job; White Dog offered congratulations and went off for a nap on the bed. She came charging back into the living room when she heard Max crunching on her hoof chewie. Max put the entire thing into his mouth, clamped his lips shut, and pretended he didn't have it. White Dog sniffed his face, hit him in the head and yelled but Max held onto his "secret." He made a dash for freedom through the dog door; White Dog hot on his heels...and successfully stole the chewie! Later, White Dog brought in one of his rawhides in retaliation.