Today Beckham had had enough of Slinky's shenanigans. Slinky came over to our yard and took our puppy Jack's rope toy. He ran off with it, and Beckham started bawling. He was ticked. He walked across the street to the dog with me, went into the big barn's lawn where Slinky was sitting with his winnings he had just stolen, and grabbed Jack's toy away from this dog that was 3 times his size. He not only bent over to pick up the toy, but as soon as he did he wacked the dog on the nose with it and said, "Bad Dog, Slinky!"
Holy Cajones, kid! That dog could have bitten his head off, but Becks felt pretty confident that he needed to know who was boss. I think Becks now thinks he's the boss of the neighborhood.