This is how it went down: Banjo and Daisy walked into Pawsh like they owned the joint. They made a beeline for me because somehow they instinctively knew I was the giver of treats. Banjo snatched Daisy’s treat right out of my hand and had the gall to look innocent. Daisy set off in a huff, grabbed a LickCroix Barkin Berry squeaky toy off the bottom shelf, dropped it coyly in front of Banjo, then nearly bit his head off when he sniffed it. Daisy grabbed her toy back, marched over to the bed in front of the fire where she could chew on it in peace. Both dogs left with treats and toys galore. This is how it’s done, people. Frenemies for life.