Some days Trinket thinks he is human, no, make that Most Days. Being our first born, he enjoyed a few months of completely, absolutely, undivided attention from two doting parents who fought over which one would spoil him more than the other. Trinket went everywhere with us, and ate off of our hands.
Then came other dogs, then came the human child. Trinket thinks he is one of US, one of the folks in charge of these youngsters, only that he walks on four legs.
It's a sweet sight when the brothers all get along, and I try not to think they are sleeping on MY pillow, in MY cover.