Dog Zoe and I took on another companion for a few days, a gorgeous American Silken Windhound, L.

There’s a silly song that’s in one of my favorite movies, White Christmas. First it’s sung by Rosemary Clooney and Vera-Ellen, then later in drag by Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye.

They started with mild confrontation, play, sleep, repeat. Then Zoe listened for every possible sound and protected L. Then we went out for a last chance walk before bed.

I have to lift Zoe to our bed because she’s old and has no hips. They slept in the exact same position, eight inches away from each other. If one got up and stretched and changed position, the other would do so. L was propped up against my husband’s pillows and at one point she grabbed my thumb between her front pads and held on a while. Zoe likes the bottom of my husband’s side for the view. Better squirrel viewing.

It was an interesting night, like sisters. Love her one minute, mess with her the next. At least that’s how I remember it. Cheers! Dee


One response to ““Sisters”

  1. I forgot one thing, coveting. If it wasn’t “Precious,” Zoe’s only toy, a few minutes ago L took over Zoe’s bed and Zoe took L’s. Sisters, indeed.

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