Valentine's Day Massacre

Romance was in the air the minute Ramsay realized one of my socks escaped from the laundry basket. Ramsay instantly gets the "I won the lottery" look on his face and for two whole minutes (his entire attention span) he thinks this sock is the best thing EVER! His immediate response is to check if anyone has noticed the thievery and, once he realizes the prize is his for the keeping he knows he has found his one true Valentine. The sock may have a diamond pattern to you and I but in Ramsay's eyes....these are hearts.

Here is the I-am-ready-to-run-with-my-prize look once he realized I am fully aware of the situation. His moment of bliss has been disturbed but he is not quite tired of the toy and now wants to turn it into a game. Unlike a dog toy, he won't destroy this. He will gnaw, slobber, soil and masticate until you need rubber gloves to pick up the slimey remains. But he seems to know it is yours. And he is glad that you are sharing.

The bounty is that much better when your fur-mate partakes in the game. Tug-of-war is also a favourite pastime for Ramsay and I find it amusing to see how much more gentle he is with Deuce. He allows Deuce to think he is winning so that Deuce doesn't get discouraged with the game and leave; this is a lesson learned over time. So the mammouth dog lets the little dog get his way so that he in turn gets his own way; everyone is a winner.

At the end of the two minute act Deuce walks away bored of the game, Ramsay no longer wants the slobber sock and goes about finding another illicit prize, and I am left with another load of laundry. Happy Valentine's Day!

~Traci