Some people say that having a dog is like taking care of a three year old–forever. Sometimes, when The Girls engage in their morning play rituals, I think those people are right.
Here’s a little glimpse into canine sibling relationships. . . .it all starts when Chaser wants to play (which is pretty much all the time, come to think of it):
[" Hey, Elsie, c'mon, let's play!"
"Don't bug me, kid."]
[" Awww, c'mon, Elsie, don'tcha wanna play? Huh? Can we? Can we play? Huh? How 'bout now? Let's play! Do you wanna? Now? C'mon--"]
[" I. . . SAID. . . GRRRRRROWWWWLLLLLLL!! I WILL EAT YOU NOW!!!"]
["Oh, ha ha! You don't scare me. . . look, my mouth is just as big as yours. So now, let's PLAY!!"]
[" Oops, wait a sec--looks like Dad might have food. . . nope. False alarm."]
[ Wrestle. . . wrestle. . . snap. . . nip. . . growl. . . tumble. . .paw. . . wrestle. . ]
["Aw, thanks, Elsie! I love you. . . you're my favorite sister."]
[" Suddenly I'm feeling very tired again. .. I think it might be time for a nap. . . "]
["You said it. . . I'm pooped."]