Attack of the Killer Watermelon!

It seems that my almost 19 week old puppy is threatened by the watermelon sitting on my kitchen counter. I came home from playing with one of my chums to find that he had been barking at the watermelon all evening. Full out teeth bared, chest growl inducing, ears flat on his head, Imma-get-you barking.

I decided to see how he would react with the piece of offending fruit one-on-one this morning and put it on the ground in front of him. He sniffed it a few times and seemed to be half-okay with it face to face...that is until Sam made first contact. After making one more circle, just to make sure it was safe I am sure, he tentatively reached out one paw and pushed.

That was the end of that would be friendship. I could almost see the change from begrudging acceptance to arch nemesis when that one little watermelon gave a slight roll. It was on! BARK! BARK! BARK! Grrrrrrrrrrrrowl! BARK!

And heaven forbid I go near the watermelon! I tried to grab it out of the way and he tried to protect me from that mean nasty thing. He would push against my legs to get me to move away from it while he continued to circle and threaten that green menace back into submission.

In an attempt to distract Samson from the watermelon I threw a towel over it. This helped...for all of 3.7 seconds. Now Samson likes towels. Loves them, actually. You could even go so far as to say he has a towel fetish. The towel did not last long on the watermelon.

Its a good thing Sam is still a puppy and is easily distracted. See the treat? Smell the treat? Go get the treat while I rescue [you from] the watermelon.