Zoe continues to love her Weeble. She prefers it when I put the ears in but will play with it and eat the treats even without the ears. I bought Charlie a weeble of his own. A kinder, gentler weeble with three holes instead of the one. It is ridiculously easy to get the treats out of it.
And Charlie sits there and looks pitiful until I bat it over and make some treats fall out. Then he looks pitiful again until I bat it again.
Or he did.
Zoe saw this as an opportunity to get more treats. She leaves her weeble and rushes over, knocks the treats out of Charlie’s weeble and eats them. Then goes back to her own.
But wait! We don’t stop there. Since Charlie won’t play with his weeble, I’ve gone back to giving him his treats in a little pile on the floor. This is yet another opportunity for Zoe to get more treats so she leaves her weebles, runs over and eats Charlie’s treats and cackles maniacally when she goes back to her weeble. And Charlie just sits there and looks sad. So now I must feed him his treats carefully while Zoe plays and she looks a little miffed herself.