September 30, 2019

White Dog looked up at Steve, working next to her at his desk. It took her gazing at him and pointedly turning to glare at Pearl several times before she got his attention and prompted him to ask. "What is the matter, Little One?"

White Dog sighed and shifted in discomfort.

"I think it is very nice of you to share your sofa," he told her.

She sighed more loudly and tried to arch her back.  "Sharing is one thing," White Dog complained, "but Pearly has taken over and is pushing me out."

"Come on, Pearl," Steve gently cajoled. "Let's move over to the other bed and give White Dog some space to breathe." The red couch was not being used nor was the thick fllor mat.

After two minutes of selective Eskie deafness, Pearl srrendered to Steve's repeated comand and her sister pushing back.