The human tried and tried to yank it from my death-like grip...what a waste of time...I listened to her plead, and beg but I held my ground...even threw in a few growls for effect - I knew the shine from my pearly whites would eventually cause her to cave and rethink her position...and sure enough, just when I was about to take pity on the human and let her have it, she said, "Do you want a treat?" BaZing! And that kid, is called Canine Negotiation! Of course, it helps to have razor-sharp teeth when negotiating with a human who has a giant yellow-streak down her spine!
Okay kid, time to head out to the back 40...I've worked up a yen for some squirrel pie...but before I go there's just one thing you need to know, and I'd risk my entire vat of Snausages if you would just get this through your thick human skull...DOG'S RULE!