Sunday, September 9, 2007
My owner mom felt bad for Arrow and bought him a new buffalo bone. Bloody and greasy like mine was at first. She gave it to him outside when I was inside. Then she stuck him in his cage with it. He was happy.
This is my house. Everything here is mine. Arrow’s stuff is mine. First chance I got I took his bone. I just gave him the mean look when he wanted it back. He understood.
Yesterday they got me a new bone. All bloody and greasy. Very nice to chew on the couch. Later you can lick the pillows for a snack. Two bones. Everyone should get along. But both are really MINE.
Now there are bones all over the house. Chews too. Two of everything. He can have one for a while. But if I want it, I take it. He understands.
Posted by Deefor at 11:15 PM