she came with her ball. a ripped tennis ball. more boxes checked. Chicken. Talkie has become a Bully since Tay is gone. She presides over the immediate space here, the steps into the "house", often shitting on them, she intimidates Puppie, Emrie and Brinley have pool noodles if she is in a particular mood….she drew blood on Alyssia's leg for no reason yesterday but for whatever reason, acknowledges some kind of hierarchy of species…..Dog. Give space to Dog. She did. no incidents.
Goats: were wary. lined up as they do, staring. Staring. Staring. all the while Minnow thought about her ball. Did not think about Goats at all.
and at the end of the day, Puppie showed up…fast, from Sunny Ray's Forest and startled Minnow who ran at her scattering Puppie to somewhere but stopped dead when told to and later, Puppie was under Alyssia's Van watching. That's going to take some time.
It could have been a trial run. But we thought….why not. Why not now. So…there is this smallish in comparison dog lying on the floor in front of the screen door. It's 10 something p.m. Morning will come soon enough. and we will go from here.
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