White Dog paused on her way through the dog door and shook her head.
For some reason Zsofia's bed has, this past week, become a trophy of possession. Opal, Roman, Bella, and Bailey have made it a game to take over the suite (the biggest of all in the White Dog Army) and to claim it as "theirs" by sprawling and stretching to fill the space.
Another pup can claim co-ownership by squeezing into any space open on the mattress. Then, it becomes a game of pushing and seizing real estate inches until the cohabitant leaves.
White Dog stopped to admire Bailey's ingenuity. It has long been Opal's habit to drag toys into the crate for a private play and chew session. Bailey took a page from her book to use the largest stuffie, not as a plaything but as a barricade.
Zsofia does not mind during the day, this odd sharing, but she looks at Steve with pleading eyes to clear the others out at bedtime.
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