I can’t believe it! My dog is so mean! I witnessed a mean act of jealousy this morning between my dog Teddy and my brother’s dog.
After stepping out of bed and wandering into the kitchen for a cup of coffee, I walked back to my room to continue to get ready. I stopped when I saw my brother’s dog laying on the hallway rug. He was intently chewing on a small scrap of something white. Fear surged through my veins- could he be chewing on a maxi pad freshly fished out of the bathroom trash? I leapt forward and crouched over him, prying open his mouth. To my relief, it was a mere chunk of bone, leftovers from last night’s dinner soup. No doubt a tasty snack for any dog, a combination of animal flavor and a satisfying gnaw. I let him go and continued on my way. When I returned, I saw his dog laying in the same position, only this time my dog stood a pace away, watching intently. I knew Teddy could smell the bone scrap, and wanted it for himself. But I suspected he wasn’t ballsy enough to try and grab it for himself.
My sister emerged. She gaped when she saw the two dogs, and rushed over to give them their morning cuddles. My brother’s dog stood up and licked her hand, overjoyed to see her. Teddy seized his chance, ignored my sister, and grabbed the bone, his tan fur a blur. He trotted away triumphantly, tail held high, and settled himself under the dining room table, where no one could easily get to him. My brother’s dog sniffed around, dejected. Confusion powered him.
I could only watch with amazement. It all happened so quickly. I wasn’t sure whether to be ashamed that Teddy could steal so craftily or whether to be proud that he had stood up for himself.
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