Katy Dog arrived Tuesday evening with HLW in convoy with Jim.
I was on the front porch to welcome them, having heard the two pickup trucks roaring along the road.
H. let down the rear window of his truck and called out, "Look, Katy, there's Meme--we're home!"
I could hear Katy's joyous barking as the trucks lumbered up the drive.
Willis, in his capacity as monitor of all things indoors and out, has decided that he needs to keep Katy in line.
There have been several staring matches which are hilarious to watch--Willis with flattened ears and those owlish eyes, blocking the hallway when Katy wants to walk to the bedroom; Katy crouched in typical herding dog pose a few feet from Willis who just 'happens to be' in her path.
Katy attempts to walk around Willis, who shoots out a paw to whack her as she skitters past.
These encounters are replayed several times each day.
Katy is H.'s constant companion.
Willis has decided to be companionable--after a fashion.
Katy would prefer that H. does not notice Willis.
Katy asserts her claim on H. and his attention.
H. has scolded both Katy and Willis for interfering with his laptop.
[Observe the tell-tale flattened ears on both.]
Peace, of a sort, has been restored.