July 12, 2011

White Dog sat with me and we watched the rest of the WDA sleep. Puff was next to my chair. YoYoMa by the edge of the entry. Quinn at the front door. Nuka on the cool tiles of the hearth. Wait! Quinn sleeping next to YoYoMa? I leaned forward and looked for signs of trauma or nervousness. Both slept the sound sleep of the fearless. How can this be?

TOWD still sports the draining wound inflicted by his brother. How can he sleep right next to YAWD, totally vulnerable and unprotected? Yo raised his head and sensed Quinn's proximity but went back to sleep instead of taking advantage of an opportunity to intimidate. Why?

Later, at lunch, everyone lined up for their daily duck jerky treats. While he did not sit next to YoYoMa, Quinn sidled up next to him (instead of somewhere else in the line of five) to claim his strip. YAWD waited patiently as The Other White Dog gently took his piece and turned his back to eat. Shouldn't they hate and not trust each other?

White Dog tried to explain but I totally did not understand. She sighed in frustration and I cuddled her in my arms. She finally said, "Just know that as long as both are making these efforts that there is hope...and progress. Believe in us, momma!"