This coincides with me practising some tough love on Robert. His opportunistic food-wheeking and begging at the side of the cage were getting ridiculous. The bright little button has noticed patterns in my behaviour relative to treat-giving that he's keen to exploit to the max.
Poor Bobs is not having a good day.
Even though I don't like the two of them bickering, it is quite amusing. I've been watching out of the corner of my eye and to me it looks like Stephen is rumblestrutting Robert into submission on a fairly random basis to prove a point.
"BRRRR That's my bed. I'm the boss, I'd like that bed."
"*whine* But I was here first and I'm all comfy and cosy and it's not fair! It's just not fair! No!"
"Oh for goodness sake!"
Bobs moves off the bed, whining all the way. Stephen scent marks it, popcorns and goes back to the haybin with a spring in his step. He never wanted the bed.