Our shepherd-collie cross ate the dog-sitter’s sandal, nibbled off the fringe on our East Indian rug, and chewed a hole in the drapes. She got to be the most mind-reading dog imaginable. We still miss her.
Our little Miss Maggie was picky like a two year-old child. “If I haven’t had it before, I don’t like it!” She even turned her nose up at a liver-flavoured dog treat someone offered her.
Maybe they’re squabbling so they can kiss and make up. Dinner out would probably help, especially if Fred gets to go along.