The Guardian

This is what I does.  I very carefully place my newest chewie within easy reach, but just far enough away to try and get George to come and get it.  And if he does try, I grab it with the speed of light and growl as loud and as hard as I can.

Needless to say, no dog on earth is quick enough to get my chewie away from me, unless I does want him to.

Like a dog with a bone I am.  That's a dog joke by the way.  Dog with a bone!