Mine!

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Mine!

Do. Not. Even. Think. About. It.

Whether it’s a shoe, a bone or a peanut-butter filled Kong – the treasure becomes more valuable when you have possession… and, fair game to all others who don’t.

One of Dolce’s favorite past-times is chewing her Kong.  She’ll carry her Kong from room to room, as she follows us around the house, tucking it under her paw for additional security if Amore gets too close for comfort, a low growl of warning rumbling from deep inside her throat.  Should the cone-shaped rubber Kong slip out from her grasp, awkwardly rolling under some piece of furniture, she’ll spend several minutes digging it out.  She’ll wiggle under the couch, as much as a 100 lb. deep-barrel chested Bernese can, her nose buried, paw extended, the Kong just out of her reach.  A huff and a puff later, and she is squirming back out from under the sofa, sending us a beseeching look, silently begging us to assist her in recovering her toy.  Now it’s our turn to wiggle on our stomachs, cheeks against the cold brick floor attempting to flush out the Kong.  Having to incorporate a long wooden handle of a broom to sweep it out from down under, Dolce supervises the save from her perch on the couch, eagerly anticipating the return of favorite chew toy.

It’s usually about this time that Amore becomes interested in ownership of the Kong – barreling her way into the fray to steal the Kong away from Dolce as it orbits out from its hiding place.  Like a typical sibling, she parades in front of Dolce, holding the stolen loot in her clenched jaws, taunting Dolce with the prize.  Retaliating, Dolce barks her frustration at losing her Kong.  Still barking, she frantically paces from one end of the couch to the other,  tracking Amore as she continues to mock Dolce.  Pillows flying off the couch, Dolce gets in position to leap across the ottoman to lunge at Amore gripping the Kong.  – chaos has erupted!

Now, imagine you are still laying on your stomach, the cold brick floor against your skin, broom handle still in hand, Amore stepping on your back as she needles and antagonizes her sister.  You’ve another dog, whose barking has intensified to a loud frenzy, one second from flying across you to begin a well-deserved Kong attack against Amore.  In your effort to crawl out from under the couch, you try to stand at the exact moment Dolce takes the first shot, jumping towards Amore to retrieve her Kong.  You are in the middle a Kong fight, buried under eight paws and two hundred pounds of canine, battling it out for the glory of red rubber.

Dolce and Amore have a running tally of who has stolen, swiped, taken, nabbed, grabbed and all out fought for, the golden prize out from under an unsuspecting nose.  With Amore slightly ahead in steals, Dolce leads in cunning rebounds.  Malcolm and I surrender.

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