Simon, the complete dachshund, grabbed the rope lying on the floor, Frollie’s rope (all dog toys are Frollie’s toys), and started shaking it vigorously, banging it repeatedly on the floor, all the while growling ferociously and turning circles. I do not know why he turns circles.
Frollie sat and watched. She pretended not to be concerned. Frollie, the complete Jack Russell terrier, looked away. Simon continued banging the dog-rope on the floor.
Finally, either tiring of dishing out a terrific thrashing to the rope or perhaps considering the rope dead, Simon dropped it on the floor and looked away.
Silently and stealthily, Frollie crossed the room, picked up the rope, and carried it back to where she had been sitting. She dropped it in front of her and looked away.
Simon, seemingly uninterested in the fate of the rope, flopped onto his side, as if waiting for a belly rub. What could I do? He’s such a beautiful little guy, and he had succeeded in taking Frollie’s toy for a while. I went over, got down on my knees, and rubbed his belly.