So last night the dogs were fighting over a raw hide bone nub. Gordon kept on bullying Arnold. Arnold would get the bone, and he would happily trot to a place on the carpet, lay down and begin to gnaw.
Gordon would hastily come up and take the bone from Arnold with a growl (each time) and run away and burry himself in a pile of blankets that we had on the floor. Arnold would then just wait for Gordon to abandon the nub. Once this would happen, usually 5 minutes after Gordon would have stolen it from Arnold, Arnold would go to where the nub lay. He would pick it up and return on the floor to gnaw happily once again.
After Gordon continually kept on stealing the nub, I finally got up and went to the kitchen and picked up a brand new doggy rawhide bone we have kept stored.
I came back into the living room and I bullied Gordon. The footage below is pretty good. Arnold totally biffs it approximately 10 seconds in, it is funny.
So I had one of the most terrifying experiences tonight. I came into our house after having enjoyed some peach pie and ice cream at our neighbors house. I went upstairs to get ready for bed and looked in the mirror and there was a light tan colored moth in my hair. I HATE MOTHS!! I AM TERRIFIED OF THEM!! I dunno why I hate them so much, I just do. I had to call B to come upstairs and to remove the moth from my hair. He laughed and laughed at me. I should have gotten a picture, but I was too frozen with fear to have sat through the photo. Oh man, what a night!