I mentioned that Phoebe takes Chase’s toy, puts them in a dog bed, and then lies on them so he can’t get them. If he comes close, trying to talk her into releasing a hostage or two, she curls her lip at him and he backs off — you do not mess with a pregnant bitch. He comes to me, but I think they need to work it out — I don’t plan to be the go between for a pair of bright dogs. Last night, Chase finally had an epiphany. He went outside. When he returned, he was carrying one perfect apple — by just its stem. He carried it around Phoebe until he was sure she had seen it, and wanted it — if for no other reason than because he had it. He stood about two feet in front of her and gently laid the apple on the carpet. Then he stood back, made a wide circle around the apple and Phoebe. He stopped about four feet to the side of the dog bed. It was the Garden of Eden all over again. Phoebe could not resist the perfect apple. She stood up and walked over to get the prize. Chase darted in and grabbed one of his toys, raced over to the couch, leaped onto the back behind me, shaking the toy as he went. Phoebe gave him the evil eye and took the apple back to the dog bed. She laid back down on the rest of his toys and ate her apple.
I laughed until I had tears in my eyes. I think these puppies might be very tricky.