Miss Daisy is on her second day of guarding her blue bone, and an uneasy truce is still in effect. (To bring anyone who didn't catch the Facebook post up to speed... I gave both Moose and Daisy a blue dental bone yesterday - Moose ate his immediately, Daisy spent the day curled up around her bone, growling at Moose, Daniel, Roger... pretty much anyone who came within 5 feet of her and her bone.).
I ended up moving it for her last night, putting it up on the table where Moose couldn't get at it so that she could come to bed and get some sleep. But this morning, she's back curled up around the bone again. It's odd... she isn't eating it, she's just guarding it. I gave Moose a new one this morning (he ended up barking at Daisy when she came to investigate - sauce for the goose, I suppose), so she knows that there are more bones to be had, but for some reason, it's this particular bone that has her protective instincts up.
I've been searching for a life lesson here, but I just can't relate - my method of protecting my groceries has always been to eat them as quickly as possible so that someone else can't sneak in and grab them (I know. I'm working on it.) But it seems to be bringing her a perverse amount of satisfaction, so I'm going to let her go with it. Que cera, cera.
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