Happiness is a braided bone...

Wilson and his beloved braided bone.

DAY 2 (cont'd)
Even more than his fellow basset hound. Even more than the food in his bowl. Even more than treats. Wilson loves his braided bone.

Since finding it buried in Jolene's toy box, he goes everywhere with it. It's the only thing he's really possessive of. Not to an aggression standpoint but if Jolene gets close to him while he's chewing it, he'll pick it up and walk to the other side of the room. It's his most favorite thing at our house.

The only time we won't let him have it is when he goes outside. Don't get me wrong, he wants to bring it out there. We just won't let him because it's not a supervised location. If Jolene were to want that bone a little too much, Wilson might get that lip curl going again. And, since we won't be out there to monitor it, we don't want to risk a fight.

In the house, however, it's never far away from him. We have to correct him though because he thinks he can chew on it wherever. He tried getting on the couch to chew it and we had to take it from him, put it on the floor and point to it. Then, a little later on, he tried to bring it onto our love seat. Again, we took it away, put it on the floor, and pointed. Both times he seemed to understand what we were trying to do.

It's an adjustment period for everyone involved. :)

Wilson chews on his bone while Jolene looks on.