As only-dogs sometimes are, both Charlie Stop-It and Ginger Houdini are possessive of their crates, toys, food, and anything else they decide to claim as their own–particularly bones. So, when Ginger first came to stay, we had her go to her crate at bone-sicle time. The first few minutes were peaceful, and then …
CHARLIE: Nom, nom … hey! Ginger, whatcha got there?
GINGER: Nom, nom … nothing, none of your business, it’s mine.
CHARLIE: Well … it’s yours if you have it, but if I have it, it’s mine. *sticks snout through wires of Ginger’s crate trying to get her bone*
GINGER: No, no, no! Stop it! It’s mine! Thief! Thief!
CHARLIE: Well you stole my purple pig and my rope toy! Don’t be a big baby! *sticks snout back through wires of crate*
GINGER: No, no, no! Get out! I’m not a baby, you’re a baby!
CHARLIE: You are too a baby! Look at you! You have to wear a baby harness because you are a baby Houdini! *sticks snout through wires of crate again*
GINGER: I’m not a baby! You are a baby! You still squat to pee!
CHARLIE: Well I’m old enough to get your bone! *works snout farther into the crate*
GINGER: OH! I’ll show you! *reaches tiny paw far out of her crate toward Charlie’s bone*.
CHARLIE (jumping to his feet): HEY! You leave that be! That’s mine! Stop it! Stop it!
LURA: Ok, you two, my head has had enough.
CHARLIE and GINGER: Nevermind, we weren’t doing anything. We were just sitting here being good. Probably we should get a cookie.
LURA (picking up Charlie’s bone and opening Ginger’s crate): You are not getting a cookie and I’m taking the bones. Come on out here, Ginger, I’m taking your bone too.
CHARLIE (while Lura and Ginger have their backs turned): Wanna bet? *sticks snout through crate wires, grabs Ginger’s bone, and takes off bearing it proudly*
LURA and GINGER: What the … ?
CHARLIE: (bouncing by with the bone): Ha, ha, ha! Can’t catch me! Nanner, nanner, nanner!
GINGER (running after Charlie): Stop it, stop it, stop it! Fine! I am taking your bone! *grabs Charlie’s bone and starts to chew on it*
CHARLIE (racing through the house with Ginger’s bone): ♪ I am the champion, my friends! ♪ And I’ll keep on fighting ’til the end! ♪
Little did we know this was just the beginning of an on-going game of “Possession is 9/10ths of the Law,” which daily pits Charlie’s creativity and size against Ginger’s speed and dexterity. Tim and I are considering moving out and letting these two have custody of the house.