Faith: The Chewy man came, but only with a small package. I knew that couldn't be our food, so I was a little worried.
But when mommy opened it, there were packs of snacks and dental chews and then she gave me two BONES! Ahh, just for me, me, me.... I must have the best mommy in the whole wide world!
Me: You know better than that Faith, you know that one bone was for Samson and one bone was for you.
Faith to herself: I don't think so. I better get the other bone and hide it.
Faith can't figure out how to carry both bones, so she has to leave one. She picks up the other one and brings it outside.
Samson, who only has a moderate interest in bones, sees the bone Faith left, picks it up and proceeds to chew on it.
Faith hears him chewing and runs anxiously around the house, back and forth. I find her in the hallway, listening.
Me: I know he's got one bone, why can't you just chew on the other? Why do you get so upset for nothing?
Faith: Nothing?! That's MY bone!
Me: Let's go and see if he'll give it back to you. Unlike you, Samson is such a mellow dog, he probably won't care.
Faith: Mommy said you have to give me back MY bone!!
Me: Not exactly what I said.
Samson continues to chew and says nothing.
Faith: Mommy, could you PLEASE help me -- that is MY bone.
Me: OK, since you ask so nicely I'll go outside and get the other bone.
As I leave, Samson, who doesn't like me to leave, gets up and follows me outside.
Faith wastes no time - the bone is HERS!
Much to my surprise, Samson accepts the other bone and they both lie down together, chewing away. Peacefully....