Daddy came home the other night and sat on the bench to tell Mummy the news.

Zap! Diarmuid was between his feet, getting MY strokes and pats.

Hmmmmm. Lemme think. Got it!

 

 

 

Nonchalantly, I trotted into the next room, picked up a rawhide bone and dropped it 5 feet from Diarmuid, wagging my tail and looking temptingly back and forth between him and the bone.

Finally the nincompoop got the message: "Gráinne has a bone and I don’t!" He came over and grabbed it and I was between Daddy’s feet before patsy Diarmuid got the bone.

Males may be stronger but females are smarter!