Last nigjht
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.