The other day Fuzz found my big bully stick and brought it to the side yard. He set it down and then walked away. So I immediately took it and started carrying it away. After all, it was mine. He ate his already. Well while I was walking away, Fuzz came over and tried to take it and eat it. But there was no way I was going to let that happen. I dug my feet solidly into place, held that stick and didn't move. He kept on chewing and trying to pull. But I stood my ground and held on. After what seemed like hours, Fuzz gave up and walked away. The humans all cheered and were so proud of me.