Life is not like it was before Jan.
22, 2018.
The dogs aren’t deciding when they’ll
sleep on the bed, or if they’ll just stay in the living room. They’re not
falling asleep on the couch a foot or two apart, occasionally one’s head up
against the other’s butt or back.
They’re not doing their own things in
the backyard all afternoon, one chilling on the porch and the other relaxing
but keeping an eye out for them there varmints: squirrels and birds, or a
rabbit in another yard.
Just like that, two brothers are fighting
Just like that, two brothers are fighting
Dogs and Roomie a month after The Altercation:
They’re not sitting still, proper posture and serious faces, in the dining room watching my every move upon crossing the threshold of the kitchen, because apparently I must depart every kitchen visit with something for them other than loving words.
It’s been nearly 11 weeks – and overall,
about $1,200 – since Vander and Coop went at it (and that’s all I’ll say about
that here).
