The pups get a monthly "BarkBox" and this month's shipment included some hickory smoked beef dog bones. I've been living in the middle of World War XIII ever since - Moose will go over to steal Daisy's bone, which is unprotected because she's over stealing Dancer's bone, because Dancer was foolish enough to take a break to get a drink of water. There has been smack talk, covert attacks, overt attacks, a couple of death threats - it's been ugly. I'm off to bed, but I don't know that anyone is going to join me tonight. I think they're afraid to leave their bones untended.
Good night, all...
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