We have two dogs. Two dogs who both want the other dog to be jealous of whatever they have. Two dogs who define their own happiness in the unhappiness of others.
To wit: give each dog a rawhide bone stuffed with processed cheese and each will warily eye the other before diving after the other’s bone. Give each dog a rawhide strip and one will chew with enthusiasm only when the other is watching. Watch one get bored and drop its chew toy, then watch the other dog swoop in and take it to the whining complaint of the first. It’s endlessly fascinating if occasionally frustrating, mostly because, when one dog feels robbed, it comes to me for redress.
Still, you know what? If I were a psychology professor, I’d want to be this man!