When Tad and Fig come over, toys get picked up so Fig won't destroy them and rawhides are moved so Tad won't eat them and irritate his angry pancreas.On the dresser lies a very small piece of rawhide, which all three of us wanted.
When I want something, I cry/whine/chirp, so I gave it a shot.
When that didn't work, Tad scruffed up the covers on the bed and danced around.
But just look at Fig! She actually stood on the bed AND the dresser in her attempt to reach the elusive rawhide. When I grow up, I hope to be as smart and as brave as she is.