So, Watcher, if you had two bones, and Echo wanted one, how many bones would you have?
“That’s easy, I’d still have two!”
OK, but what if Echo came and took one?
“Watcher seems to really enjoy chewing these, I think I’ll try one…”
*Watcher makes an outraged yelp of protest and a dramatic lunge to grab the other bone before Echo can pick it up*
“Then I’d have two bones and a dead body!”
Really, Watcher? Sitting on one while you chew the other? Really?
“I don’t think I like the way Watcher does math!”
I don’t blame you, Echo. Watcher must have missed the ‘sharing’ lessons in puppy school.