On the lake yesterday, you made the mistake of bringing us both out on the lake with a certain orange frisbee that is just our size and type. Biscuit wears it around his neck when I’m not with you to supervise.

Woof. It’s hard to explain how I feel when Biscuit thinks he can take away the frisbee or the ball or the newspaper or the mail. I am in charge here and it has been that way ever since I was a furry little ball. When Biscuit treads on my territory, I am patient for awhile and then I tell him in no uncertain terms that I’m boss. That’s it. I growl and snap and bark and tear around until he quits which is usually very soon after I have begun my display of righteous woofness.

This photograph depicts me at my sneakiest early this morning when it was still dark outside. I am demonstrating my wit and skill in my game called HOLDING A SOCK . You rarely catch me at the beginning when I start with my opening move. I snatch a sock that one of you have carelessly dropped around the house. My favorite sock is the big one I am using for demonstration purposes.. It’s big and white and feels really good between my beautiful teeth. It’s all in the prance and run. Sometimes I slide on the wood floors when you chase me, but I come from agility stock, so I’m quick at the Scrape and Scramble Recovery. I’ve taught you a lot about giving in. This sock is worth about two treats in ransom. You’re a lot better at the exchange of sock for treats than you used to be. Next, are pictures are of Biscuit and me: 1)B. showing off on the lake this morning without me and 2) me watching from the window because you made me wait. Together we can easily over power you with our extreme cuteness, so you decided you would take us out one at a time from now on. I think it’s because I always win and you try to even out the win/lose results. it won’t work. Biscuit’s photos are taken before the sun came up. Ha! They didn’t turn out nearly as well as the ones of me.

Biscuit, showing off. This is the trick that really makes him smile. He’s saying, “Notice, please, the ring cleverly draped around my neck.

Me, Oliver, looking menacing.

Advice from Oliver: Sometimes Surrender is the name of the game.