Gary, the oldest, is the Rock.
Though you would not expect it, Paper covers Rock. Mac is the Paper.
I am the Scissors. And the Rock is in training and not around much this week.
And Paper is all, "Paper covers Scissors too, bitch," but Mac is mistaken. Scissors cut Paper.
For example, I ate leftover lobster alone last night, to a delightful accompaniment of Mac barking, "Mine! Mine! Food! Mine!" He has never had lobster. After five minutes I put down my fork, picked him up and put him down in front of his plate of food.
"YOUR food," I barked. He started eating his food. I finished my lobster and then the barking started again.
Mac was barking at his plate, then whipping his head at me and barking, then whipping his head back to his plate and barking. Only the side of the plate nearest the dog had been eaten.
Gary always responds to this by coming over and (deep breath)
...turning the plate so the rest of the food is in front of the dog .... (long exhale)
... and I will not stand for that bullshit. I walked over, picked up the dog, and put him down on the other side of the plate. "HAVE I BLOWN YOUR MIND?" I shrieked.
Gary is training for 5 days That's 35 days in dog time.