The Downside Of ADORING Farmer H

I haven't seen my adopted dog Scarlett in two days! Oh, she's here. But not where she could interact with me. I am, after all, only the person who gives her TWO treats a day, and pets her when she can sit calmly.

Farmer H has been popping in before his usual 5:00 p.m. And has been mowing the grounds of the Mansion. Scarlett follows him. Even though he barely speaks to her, and doesn't pet her, and yells at her to GET DOWN because he has not given her consequences for her jumping-up.

Tuesday, neither dog was here on the porch when I left for town. When I returned, only COPPER JACK was here to greet me. Not much of a greeting. He stood on the carport looking over the edge, towards the woods. Where the other two fleabags usually give futile chase to the cheeky squirrels who eat their leftover dry dogfood.

As I went up the porch steps, Copper Jack remained a respectful distance, on the brick sidewalk, past SilverRedO.

"Come on, Big Dog. You can have a treat."

By the time I was inside with my grocery bags, Copper Jack had come onto the porch and was waiting behind my Dear Departed Juno's doghouse. I tossed him half a slice of bread. The standard treat.

On Wednesday, my little Jack was on the porch to see me off for town. He got both quarter-slices of stale bread that had been swiped through the grease of grilled hamburgers. Scarlett snoozed and losed! Off minding the object of her ADORATION while he mowed the BARn field.

When I returned, only my little Jack and Copper Jack were the welcoming committee. Not even any barking! Apparently, Scarlett is the catalyst for the frenzy as I come down the driveway.

Anyhoo... I invited Copper Jack to come get a treat. And tossed the two bones from a chicken thigh, the softer part to my little Jack, and the actual thigh bone to Copper Jack. 

Scarlett doesn't know what she's been missing!