No one here but us chickens

Well, our guests are gone. Apparently, we'll go visit them a little later in a very nice and chilly placed called "Vegas"....I'm assume that's a town near London?
Anyway, now its back to just me, mom and dad, the cats and the dogs....seems almost empty. However, in spite of the lack of our guests, Brown Dog still seems pretty fired up. Earlier today we were in my room and both Brown Dog and I spotted a toy that both of us have had a history of enjoying. It was like being back in the wild west. You could almost hear the whistling of the wind and see the blowing tumbleweed as both of our paws twitched as we glanced from the toy to each other and back to the toy.
Then, it was on! As Brown Dog made his move, I lunged at the toy like it was the last food in the house! Needless to say Brown Dogs poo-breath and sharp nails were no match for my grace and agility, you can see the highpoint of the action that unfolded below.