My daughter's dog, Hawkeye, is spending the weekend with us. He's a house dog at home, but because of his tendency to sleep on furniture when nobody is looking, and the fact that he sheds enough hair daily to make a whole new dog, we're letting him run free outside when we're up and about; he's a very good boy, and enjoys the freedom of the country. Amazingly, he doesn't follow the neighbor dogs off when they pass by. Unlike my Sadie, he stays right here, and always comes when he's called. At night, he's staying in Cliff's shop. He isn't crazy about that idea, but he's coping.
I try keep Chew-eez rawhide chews around for Sadie; one of those strips will last her several days. In the morning when Cliff is awake, but still in bed drinking his coffee, Sadie finds her chewie and takes it in the bedroom, where she lays down on the floor beside the bed and gives it what-for until Cliff gets up. When she gets down to the last inch or so of her chewie, she doesn't care for it any more, and I usually end up throwing it away.
So. Yesterday morning I had Sadie on her tie-out, and Hawkeye was hanging around the door nearby. I decided to give him that one-inch piece of chewie that Sadie never eats. Suddenly, Sadie wanted that piece of rawhide! How dare I give it to Hawkeye?
She was protesting loudly, lunging at the end of her chain.
Hawkeye enjoyed this display, and made sure to stay just out of reach of Sadie's restraining chain while he chomped and chewed on the piece of leather she had originally rejected.
He made it look so tasty.
"Come on, Mom, no fair. That's MINE!"
So I gave Sadie a brand new chewie of her own. Guess what? She still wanted the tiny, leftover piece that Hawkeye had, as you can see in the following video. Notice that Hawkeye is not totally innocent, since he's obviously taunting Sadie, just out of reach.