Toy-mented

Hello, it’s Fog. I need to tell you a story and get your help.  I don’t know what to do!  The lady is no help, she just laughs. 

I love squeaky toys.  The others play with them, sorta, but not so much.  They don’t play with them until I start playing with them, then, they want to play.  But just for a minute.  The dogs in this house have many wonderful squeaky toys.  I am partial to the ones that have multiple squeakers, those are the most fun.  The guys have then in all different colors and sizes, so there are plenty to squeak.

Anyway, I will be happily lying on the deck squeaking toys with Rivee and the man and lady nearby.  The man gets a squeaky toy, and puts it on my back.  I stop squeaking the toy I am squeaking and grab the other one and start squeaking it.  Then while I am looking for the best squeaker in the toy I just got off my back, Mister, puts ANOTHER one on my neck.  Now I have two in front of me and another on my neck.  So I whip my head around and grab the one off my neck, and start squeaking it, and in the time it takes me to get one off my neck, the man, has snatched one out from in front of me!  He then puts that one on my neck.  So I have to get it!  I whip my head around to get the toy, and he still has a hold of it.

  He moves it just enough so I can’t grab it with my mouth.  Just as I get it, he holds it, so I can’t put it in front of me, so I have to squeak it on my back.  Then he lets go of it, and I throw it in front of me.  I start squeaking, and the whole process just starts over.  I ask Rivee for help, she just ignores me.  I look at the lady with my “big brown eyes” (she loves my eyes) to see if she will help me, and she is either laughing or egging him on.   WHAT do I do to stop him from toy-menting me?
As Sky would say, I give squeaky toys 5 Roos, but, for the man, only 2 Roos