Last night
my son’s dog came to stay.
Cooper is a frequent guest —
respectful, kind, friendly.
His half siblings,
our two dogs,
have varying opinions.
Max, a year older,
but smaller than Cooper,
loves having a new playmate.
Upon arrival,
Cooper and Max
circle with wagging tails,
long lost companions.
Georgia, on the other hand,
enjoys ruling the roost,
mastering the quiet,
setting the pace.
She will tolerate Cooper
next to her on the couch,
but
he had better let her lead the way on walks,
head out the door first.
This morning
the three dogs
lounge in bright sunbeams
on the colorful rug.
A truce
I hope will hold
for the week.
A Reading Life 
Dogs have a way of letting each other know how to behave. Love the way you capture their voices.
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They are SO cute!!! Hope the truce holds. ☺️ ~ fireflytrails
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Cute but oh my three of them! Good Luck this week!
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What a delightful photo! I enjoyed the description of how differently Max and Georgia react to Cooper.
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Those faces!
I can relate to Georgia. It is difficult to have guests interrupt the routine. I, too, like to take the lead. On the other hand, familiar friends make everything more fun, so I see Max’s side too. A relatable poem, even for us humans.
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