Rosie lies on the living room rug working away on a previously-chewed Nylabone. FLD Scout wanders over, eases into a down, and faces Rosie.
Rosie immediately lets loose the Nylabone; it hits the floor with a muffled thud. Rosie gazes at Scout, who glares intently back at her.
Two black Labs lie sphinx-like in a nose-to-nose, mirror image stare down.
Hey, look at Scout and Rosie, I say to the girls and Andy, all of us lounging around on our comfortable couches. (I think the girls like that we ordered DishNet TV.) My mention of their two names does not cause either to look away. It's a wonder our five pairs of watching eyes doesn't break the spell.
Do I hear our clock strike the quarter hour and then the half? It seems that long, before...
We startle when Scout strikes like a snake to snatch the Nylabone from between Rosie's paws, but Rosie barely flinches.
|Scout and Rosie's clacking teeth might be intimidating to those not familiar with dog behavior. But they really are playing!|
Gus gets into the act the next morning.
|"Rosie, come on, let's go!"|
|"No, not THAT way--over here!"|