They're an unlikely pair. Juno and Mr. Wild Dingo. He prefers goofy, gruff, manly dogs and she prefers me. But every Sunday, the one day per week the four of us are together, she's his and he's hers for the day. The ritual of taking her leash each Sunday has bonded them in ways beyond my imagination.
The other night, he called her up on the sofa for a snuggle. A snuggly dog she is not. But she stayed. For a long time. And her face revealed complete and utter bliss.
Yesterday morning, she woke me up, tapping the hard floor in the bedroom with her paws, letting out a small cry. A signal that she wanted to explore the events outside the bedroom door. We were alone in the room. I got up to open the door, but it was open already. She could have easily left at her own will. I heard Mr. Wild Dingo's voice below, sweetly talking to Loki. Loki responded with soft groans of delight. I told her to go out if she wanted to and went back to bed. Yet, she never left the room. Later Mr. Wild Dingo entered the room and knelt down to snuggle with her. She let out a loud groan and growled deeply.
He was taken aback. "Why is she suddenly growling again," he asked.
"You cheated on her," I told him. "And she knows it."
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