One of the issues I had at my foster home was guarding my possessions. Food. Toys. Bones. My foster mom used long kitchen tongs to extricate something from my paws. I know my new peeps were told about my possessiveness, but I think the female one forgot.
She held a small, chewy rawhide bone in her hand. One of those bow-shaped ones with the meaty middle. Okay, it’s not really meat in there (who are they fooling?), but it tastes good anyway.
FEMALE PEEP: “Charlie Bear, look what I got for you.”
She put the tasty bone down on the floor. I pounced on it, grabbed it between my teeth, and began to chew.
FEMALE PEEP: “Now let me pick it up, and I’ll give it right back. You need to learn that I’m in charge of your food.”
Oh, oh. She’s not going to try to take it away, is she? That would be SO wrong. But yup, she stuck her hand underneath my nose and tried to grab the bone. So I did what was in my instincts to do. I bit her.
FEMALE PEEP: “Ouch, Charlie, what are you doing?”
Sorry. I did snarl first, and then I growled. Didn’t she get the picture? I didn’t mean to bite her, but that bone was MINE!
FEMALE PEEP: “Well, that wasn’t the smartest thing for me to do. I know better than that.You’re not like Rex the big dog. I can take anything from him, and return it, at any time. But of course, that took a lot of training.”
She looked down. A pin prick of bright red blood at the tip of her pinky finger stood out against the paleness of her hand. I could see that I scared her. Oh, man, what had I done now?
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NOTE: If you want to catch up with what happened in LBA (Life Before Adoption), you can look under “Charlie Chat” on the right. All the posts are there, and these new ones about LAA (Life After Adoption) will be there too. Watch for more of Something to Chew On by me, Charlie Bear, in the weeks ahead.
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