Oh Scrabl!

I started my day by staying in bed too long...relaxing and loving on the dogs. Then up and going knowing I will be later than usual for work. On my way out the door, I pause to give the dogs and little love and Scrabl is in a mood. He growls at me and I know it is about the single piece of kibble he has with him and is guarding. So, here we go...Do I play Alpha dog and make him get over it and submit to me... or do I just let it go... this time. I try to be consistant and make sure he knows I am in charge, so I take the kibble and put it back in his dish and give him a firm NO for the growling. Well he promptly gets up and gets another piece to keep with him. I know I don't have time for this, but I go through the same thing again only to have him again get a piece to keep with him. So this time when I am about to take it, he turns on me and starts snarling and biting. Jerk. I hate that my 8 lb little guy is winning this battle, but I don't have time for this!!!
Part of me thinks, poor guy, he was on the street and was hungry so now he feels safer if he keeps a little piece of reserve so he knows he won't be without.... BUT I know how he gets about it and can't have him biting me or others. He bit Lindsay on the lip once and I about got rid of him on the spot!
Grrrr.
The joys of dog ownership. Who owns who?? Sometimes, I think they own me.