Whenever we get new chew toys, my two sisters go to grab them immediately. Since I’m the laid back Scottie of our doggie trio, that doesn’t bother me, because I’m not obsessed with chew toys like they are.
Yesterday, however, when I saw Wen collect our shared chew toys that we had strewn around the living room floor and toss them into our dog bed, I went running over and sat on the bed with the toys before Molly or Sadie could get there. For some odd reason, it seemed important at the time to stake my claim on the bed and the toys. There I sat as if I were Mr. Big Stuff, but the moment soon passed and I hopped out of the bed and was on my way. Not long after, my sisters had dragged two chew toys back onto the floor and they were gnawing away on them, but at least I had a couple minutes of feeling as if the bed and all the toys were mine.
All mine!
