Bunny envy

The Easter Bunny (aka my husband) brought the dogs a bunny.
One bunny.
Two dogs.

Phoebe triumphed:

Step away from the bunny:

Matty was not a happy camper:

So the Easter Bunny went out and bought another bunny.
Phoebe triumphed again:

And again:

And again:

And again:

There was no happy ending to this sad bunny story.
Two bunnies.
Two dogs.
But always one bunny looks so much better than the other.

So the bunny now lives in a drawer.