Prophet's Game: I arrive home from work and before I let the kids into the house I grab a treat for each. I then open up the front door into the front courtyard. I then open up the doggy door from the back yard and they come racing through the house and impatiently position themselves at the front door in the courtyard anxiously awaiting the treat. . I then give each a treat . Tarah, being the eater that she is, consumes her treat in the flash of a light. Prophet on the other hand has created a game of "catch me if you can and maybe you'll get lucky'. He has no interest in eating the treat. He holds it in his mouth and runs a short distance from Tarah and then literally throws the treat on the ground all the time watching her. That catches her attention and gives her hope. When she gets close enough he grabs and runs. No attempt is really made to eat the treat. So look, throw, wait, grab and run. Tarah every so often gets a breakage bit, so she is rewarded and continues the game. Prophet just seems to get off making her run after him and play his game. If she gets a piece of the treat, oh well! There'll be another one tomorrow! It's my game and I win! He really enjoys being a lovable little shit!