From day one, the tag line for this blog has been, “if it falls on the floor, it’s mine!” You guys have no idea how apropos this statement has come to mean.
Two words. Two syllables. But full of meaning and emotion – “It’s mine!”
Those two words have taken on a life of its own. Those two syllables have created a monster. “It’s mine” has morphed into blurred lines and non-existent boundaries. “It’s mine” has bestowed entitlement to a dog. A big dog with a mine of it’s own. Strong willed and defiant, this dog has decided “it’s mine!” is her M.O.
I’m not talking a few dropped cheese crumbs on the floor tiles, however that’s part of the problem. It’s a proven fact, all edible scraps that fall onto the floor is in canine territory and belongs to our dog mops. And, I’m not just talking about bones to chew on or Kongs to gnaw. I recognize those are in the possession of our girls, purchased for their enjoyment. It’s theirs.
Nope, I’m talking about the true doggy definition of “it’s mine.” I’m talking Amore. You see, she believes everything is hers. It goes something like this…..
ME: Amore! That’s my shoe!
AMORE: No, it’s mine!
ME: No, Amore, it’s my shoe.
AMORE: But, I like it, therefore it’s mine.
ME: All shoes are mine, Amore.
AMORE: Well, it’s in my mouth, so it’s mine.
ME: It doesn’t work like that Amore. That’s my shoe.
AMORE: But, I just had it a little while ago, so that makes it mine.
ME: Amore, let go of my shoe.
AMORE: It looks like mine, so it must it’s mine.
ME: Bad girl! Drop!
AMORE: I saw it first, it’s mine.
AMORE: Do not even think of it, it’s mine!
ME: It was in the closet, it’s not yours.
AMORE: If I chew it, then all the pieces are mine!
ME: You don’t get my shoe! Or its pieces!
AMORE: Well, if you put it down, it’s mine!
AMORE: AND, if I tire of it, it’s still mine!
ME: No and NO!
AMORE: And, if I don’t even want it, it’s mine!
AMORE: Besides, it’s practically edible, so it’s mine! AH!
ME: AMORE! Let me repeat myself, All SHOES ARE MINE!
AMORE: Not if I can take it, then it’s mine!
ME: No Shoes or no dinner!
AMORE: Hee, hee, hee. If I want it back, it’s mine!
AMORE: Ok, FINE! (pout)
AMORE: Where’s Dolce’s Kong?