We've been babysitting my brother Bocci's beautiful dog while he and his family are on a sabbatical of sorts. Ella is about two years old and one of my favorite breed of dog, a yellow lab. We've had her nearly two weeks, and she fits right in around here. The beagles took to her right away, especially Wally, who thinks she is his girlfriend.
But Rilo, being a smart female, is a bit wary of the new girl. They get along great but are occasionally competitive. I saw the following scene unfolding the other evening and grabbed my camera, completely ignoring the settings and the available light, so the photos are blurry.
It started with Ella's chew toy.
Ella had it, Rilo wanted it. To distract Rilo, I fetched her squeaky giraffe toy. Rilo ignored it, but Ella immediately wanted it. Within seconds Ella's toy was sooo fifteen minutes ago and the giraffe was being systematically disemboweled -- by Ella.
Rilo couldn't let this one go.
She managed to get the squeaker from the mounting pile of giraffe guts and ran off to show it who was boss.
Rilo saved face, but we all know who won THIS round.
Hey, as long as they're not chewing up my laundry I don't mind.