Years ago we had a male mixed cocker spaniel...20 lbs of attitude in a 10 lb. dog.
Anyhow, we'd give him 1 of those small milk-bones and that stupid dog would wander all over the house for a good 20 minutes trying to find a place to stash the damned thing. After the first few minutes, he'd start whining (out of frustration I assume) and giving me the evil eye.
The little shit would occasionally give up and jump up on the couch beside me with his milk-bone still in tow and proceed to lay down beside me and plop the milk-bone on the couch in front of him between his paws. (nothing like a milk-bone saturated in doggy snark sitting a few inches from your leg...yuck) Funny thing is, he'd guard that damned milk-bone like it was the last morsel of food he was ever gonna get! I'd make like I was gonna take it from him and he'd turn his head slightly towards me, look at me outta the corner of his eye, and out would come this "ferocious" grumble.
He'd occasionally "play-nip" if I got too close to his beloved (yet seemingly inedible) milk-bone, but he never
really tried to bite.
We eventually stopped giving them to him after finding maybe 8-10 nearly fossilized milk-bones stashed in various places around the house...under the couch, in between the couch cushions, behind the stereo, etc. lol.
Silly-assed dog
I now have 2 Golden Retrievers, and they're the total opposite of our old cocker...all you gotta do is
say the words "milk bones" and 4 ears immediately perk up and 2 tails begin to wag in unison. God help you if you say those magic words and don't actually have a treat in your hand immediately...nothing like 2 dogs reading you the riot act and giving you a complete "nose-over"
