I just gave each of my four dogs (Brooklyn, Lola, Milo, and Toshi) a SweeTarts jelly bean—one apiece (hey, these things come at a premium, remember?). Three of them scarfed them down. Two of the three were satisfied with having one jelly bean. One of the four, Lola (I know, this is starting to sound like a word problem), sucked the candied outer shell off hers, half-chewed the jelly bean, then walked away. Brooklyn eyed the half-chewed jellybean, desperately wanting to cop it, but knew she faced a dilemma, having grown up with the rigid rules of sharing we practice in this house (“no taking anything from another dog without my permission first; said dog must no longer want what is being taken from him/her”). I wasn’t sure Lola was finished with her half-chewed treat.
A call came in. I turned my back for half a second. I saw creeping out of the corner of my eye. I’m talking the kind people spend big bucks to train their dogs to do. Like maybe the dog works in tv or something and has skills like that. By the time I could react to what I was seeing, Brooklyn was eating the half-chewed jelly bean.