I don't know how she does it, but Murphy managed to steal Spike's bone and squirrel it away in her crate where she commenced with flashing teeth and glaring at him as he got too close. Don't mess with Murph, after all, unless you are momma who can stick her hand into said crate and take Spike's bone back. Crisis adverted!
Really, they are MY bones. Both of them, they really, really are!
Are you sure about that? (Poor, mopey Spike!)
Yup, they are MINE!
Ah, much better... Spike has his bone back. Thanks Brave Momma!
Sophie happily staying out of it!
And, finally- further evidence that Murphy is the strangest dog I have ever owned. Breakfast on the slant.
Just for the record, we are working nose touches for contact equipment in agility. And, she was in a lovely sit, on the stool, waiting for her breakfast. Unasked, she dove into a 2o/2o position, hit the floor with her nose, then looked at me for her breakast. LOL! Why can't she do that in class now??
Murph, you are a strange beasty, aren't you?? :)