Musical Dogs .....

  le Ding's in Niggy's bed. So, Nig's sitting beside, and slightly behind me. Willing me to do something about it.

 Rats is dead centre of my bed ~ which is 'Their' bed too. I guess I sort of share it with them - or they with me? Either way, we all pile on and into that one at the end of the day.

 Orange Dog, meanwhile, is stood there beside The bed, eye fucking Rats, because Rats is too central on the bed and thus blocking Orange Dogs access to the exact spot She wants to be on.

 I'm sat here, reading my book whilst quietly sniggering, inside. Watching to see what happens from my peripheral vision.

 Suddenly, all stiff legs and wagging tail Orange Dog makes a lunge for Rats. Rats galvanises and leaps to one side. Throws herself over and begs for mercy and forgiveness.

  Orange Dog makes a couple of feints at Rats, jaws chopping on the air.

 le Ding explodes from Niggers bed and appears beside Orange Dog. Now Rats really has some shit to contend with. Niggy slips into his own bed and curls up. Content now.

 Orange Dog pounces. le Ding snaps. Rats wags her tail and fawns, squirming on her back, before leaping up between her two antagonists and shooting across the room to 'her' windowsill beside me here.

 Orange Dog, with all the aplomb of Royalty, steps onto the centre of the  bed, turns round and collapses with a deep sigh. le Ding creeps onto the foot end of the bed and curls up himself.

 From the corners of my eyes, I watch as Rats slips down off her windowsill and gingerly sneaks into Niggers bed, snuggling into him and, with a furtive glance up at me, rests her head on him and snoozes herself.

  Respect has been shown. Honours upheld. Order maintained.

 Chain Dog, aloof, alone and perfectly happy in her own bed, inside her secure cage, never even broke her gentle snoring throughout.

 This is a happy home. I silently witness the enactment of 'Musical Dogs' maybe fifty times a day here. I fucking Worship my Dogs.