Paxton and I are having a battle of the wills at the moment.

Paxton has a favorite “toy”.  It is a real  (honest!) traffic cone.  He likes to drag it around the house and shake it and chew on it.  What he really like to do with it is have you drop treats down the middle of it.  He likes to flip it over and eat the treats.

Here’s the story:

I just sat down at my laptop intending to get caught up on the days events.  Paxton started talking to me.  He makes these funny noises.  Tilts his head back  and says something between an “Arroo, Arroo, Arroo and Boow, woow, woow.”  I, of course mimic him and we have this conversation.  It is a game we like to play.

I know exactly what he wants.  He wants something to eat!

A quick peek at his food dish tells me that he still has not eaten his breakfast.  He is hoping that I do not notice this fact and that I will just give him some treats.  HA!  I am no dumb bunny!

So, I say to him, “Paxton, you have not eaten your puppy food.  No T-R-E-A-T.”

You have to spell the word “treat” or you have lost the battle.

He gives me this stubborn look of “Oh, yea?  You and what army???”

I ignored him and went back to my laptop.

He starts talking to me again.  I still ignore him.  Then I hear, “Thud, Thunk, Bam. Arrooo.”

Okay, I’ll bite.  What is he up to?

He had carried his traffic cone across the living room and was trying to lift it onto my lap.  Silly dog.

He won.