Last night, dad came by and didn’t like how I’d moved our hay bowl into a crooked position in our area. So, he pushed it back.
The thing is, I was sitting there. So I grabbed the hay bowl with my teeth and pushed it back at him.
Dad was shocked (of course), but then he pushed the bowl back.
So I grabbed it again and tossed it back out sideways in the middle of our area again. “No, dad, I want it there.”
Dad just didn’t get it, so we tossed the bowl back & forth a few times. Dad tried to hold it, but he forgets that I’m quite strong!
Eventually he pushed it back and then put his hand in the bowl and leaned on it (with all his weight). But I’m not going to let him win – I just gave him a look and turned around and hopped away. Sometimes, “the only winning move is not to play.”
p.s. – as soon as dad went to bed I pushed the hay bowl back out. Take that, dad!!