The Chosen One

Coulee tends to get fixated on a single toy. That toy will change from day to day but in the moment, she only wants that one. It can be a bit of a pain if something happens to the toy (i.e. it floats down the river, it ends up going down a gopher hole, etc.) but generally it isn't a big deal.

Here she is waiting for me to throw the chosen one.

Amanda went to pick up her new puppy last night so we got to look after Vito. I love looking after Vito - he is all snuggles, all the time, and if you are feeling down in the dumps, he is the perfect pick-me-up. So last night Vito had made himself comfortable on top of me on the couch. Coulee and I played fetch for a bit but then Vito decided there was something to this ball that Coulee kept giving us and he decided he wanted it all to himself. He was way too lazy to actually play with it, but that didn't mean he didn't want it.

Coulee of course was oblivious and thought that because she had left it for me, I would have gotten it. So I got the extra intense stare...

When that didn't work, I got the close-up intense stare...

In the end Vito won. He just laid on it and poor Coulee just went to her pillow and admited defeat. She couldn't possibly have continued the game with another toy.