June 5, 2022

 Steve ran out mid-afternoon to complete a work errand. His words to the White Dog Army were "I will only be gone a very sorth time. Be good and take care of momma." To me he said, "Roman's gated in the kitchen napping. Everyone should be fine."

He wasn't gone ten minutes before the mean tones of a disagreement rang out along with the crashing sound of things getting knocked around. The disagreement seemed to escalate.

"Lilly, leave it!" "Bailey come see momma!" and "Opal, now!" resulted in Opal rushing past me and Diva nipping at her heels yapping threats.

"I mean it. Bailey! Lilly!" The fierceness ramped down but there were still scuffling noises. I feared we would be patching some dog's bloodied part as I called Steve's cell.

"Are you close enough to turn around or are you at the office already?" and I filled him in. "Turning around now," he said "Just keep using your momma voice til I get there."

Lilly responded to my crisper tone but tried to sneak past me into the yard. I grabbed her my her collar. "Oh no, Girlie, you are going to sit right here with me and not move." She tried her best rodeo bronco moves as she planted her feet and leaned backward nearly unhinging my shoulder. "SIT!"  

Steve rushed in directly to the office where Bailey sat. "No harm to her," he called. "I see the cause of the disagreement. They found an empty bag somewhere and were shredding it. Maybe it smells good somehow. Anyway, I think it was a fight over possession..

"Grrr. Let's gate Lilly in the office but clean up the bag. Put Diva in with her so the Tiny Terror does not feel the need to avenge her partner in crime. Bailey can come in here with me where we will discuss how our Peacekeeper ended up fighting over paper. THEN let's try 'Steve runs errand, Part 2'."