My, Fly likes puppies. She's very good with them- this morning she is wrestling with Mad Myrtle, getting down on the ground and tempering her pawing and jawing to Myrtle's delicate size, while letting Myrtle know when her viciousness is over the top. Just a couple of days ago, she was wrestling with Pat the Pup in a totally different way - rolling him over and deflecting his cannonball charges.
She's a godsend, really- Myrtle in the mornings is hard for me to take. The icy bite of the morning air on my bare feet is bad enough, but the icy bite of Myrtle's needle teeth is just unbearable.
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