Alicia wants to come say hi. should i bring valentine? i hesitate. i like the idea of dogs running around the enclosed yard, the romp and joy and play of it. problem is, valentine is a mastiff. she's a scardy cat, says alicia. she runs at everything. she has to come over on a leash anyway, as she has a bad knee and isn't allowed to run.
but there's a fight almost right away. two dogs on leashes may be it. that valentine is huge. that the enclosure is small. lots of things. but valentine barks once at baxter then baxter gets very defensive and then it's full scale barking. not good.
both of us are cowed when we go back in the room baxter seems tired. bone tired. world weary. like he's saying The World is A Mean Place, Not Sure Why I'm Here sort of thing. I scratch his neck, tell him it's all okay. he gets under the bed and lies down. not a peep when i get up. doesn't greet me when i come back in.
i need to get the little guy snipped.
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