Oh, Roadie Girl! Your Time Has Come...

For 16 months Roadie has been in Padon's face, knocked him over, gotten dog hair on his toys, and made him cry. Well the table has turned. Now she is committed to repeatedly retrieving her much loved chew toy from his hands, struggled with how he eats in her face, and has been repeatedly slapped on the back. She hasn't realized yet what a best friend she has or could have in Padon. She is still very unnerved that we give him food and drinks and not her (nevermind the just filled dog bowl and treat sitting in it), play with him and not her (nevermind the dog chew that just was hurled down the hall), and that I hug on Padon first when I come in the door (Padon doesn't stamp all over my stalking'd feet and nice high heel shoes and slacks).