Cookie Time in the Twilight Zone

Our little Pomeranian, Happy, has developed the strangest habit. She likes her dog treats just as much as the next dog, but she won’t eat them unless my sheltie Tasha is watching. Tasha is a little bigger and will try to take Happy’s cookie – or at least go for the crumbs – if Happy isn’t careful. So when we give them each a treat, we try to shoo them in separate directions. Well Happy just carries hers around, and waits until Tasha finishes hers and comes around for seconds. Happy dodges and weaves, making sure Tasha can see the cookie, then blocking with her little rear toward the larger dog.

“Yeah, I gots dis cookie. An’ it’s my cookie. You kin see it, see? But you can’t hab it. Cuz it’s mine. Unless you can get it. Think you can get it?”

When Tasha makes her move, Happy tries to flee, crunching her cookie on the run. Tasha usually winds up with half, and for the life of me I can’t figure out what Happy’s up to, besides a pretty strange little game of keep-away.