Several weeks ago, immediately after we brought our Red Heeler (Cattle Dog) home, we were having a bit of a disagreement over chewies.... Co-Jack thought he should have ALL the chewies in the house, on our bed. I disagreed, I thought each dog should have their own chewy in their own space and was willing to let our bed be a "space" for the time being. I set about setting down the house rules and reappropriating chewies to their rightful owners. Co-Jack kept jumping down from the bed to take Zoey's chewie back up to his temporary lair. Round and round we went, Co-Jack stealing and me reappropriating. Finally he had enough of my guff, snatched my scissors from a nearby table and ran off down the hall. Sure, I knew this was another game of chase, but he did have scissors, I followed, yelling for my husband to stop the dog as he was running through the house with scissors. No thanks to him, I finally caught up enough to step on the leash trailing behind the little thief! Just then, my husband steps around the corner to ask, "what did you say?" "I said stop the puppy, he's running with scissors!" I replied. "Uh huh, that's what I thought you said...."