Doppler, Roxie and I are holding down the fort this afternoon. Helaine, Stef and my Cousin Melissa have disappeared to points unknown leaving us to fend for ourselves.
We’ve been in SoCal long enough they know each now. Doppler still doesn’t want to be cornered, but other than that they’re cordial. At one point this afternoon they were both licking my left hand. Cool moment.
I was down in the kitchen a little while ago. Quietly, I asked Doppler if she needed to go out. From the floor above I could hear Roxie jumping from the couch. Take one, take all! She was waiting when we got to the door.
They dart out of the house and up the grassy strip at the curb.
Shhhh. I carry a leash, but they’re never on it during daylight hours. We’re only a few feet apart. Both respond to my voice when needed.
Roxie needs to be in the middle of the action. Doppler favors her bed in a corner of the kitchen.
Roxie plays with toys. Doppler can’t be bothered.
They are different as the color of their fur. And yet, like children, I’d be hard pressed to consider picking a favorite.
