Franny holds her ground on the bed and growls down at Fleegle who is trying to jump past her up onto the bed. “Poor Biscuit Breath,” she says and wags her tail. “You have to sleep on the floor tonight.”
“But my bed is up there on the pillow next to Raud’s pillow.”
“Not anymore. That’s my pillow now.”
“But I’ve slept on that pillow since I was a puppy.”
“How’s that cold hard floor feel? You should have enough biscuit padding on your backside to be more than comfortable, walnut brain.”
* * *
Fleegle whimpers so loudly on the pillow next to mine that he wakes me. I pat his side and say quietly, “Fleegle, wake up.”
He stops whimpering, raises his head and looks around at his surroundings. Seeing where he is, he drops his head back on his pillow with a loud sigh. “Oh thank goodness. I was having the worst nightmare. Have I told you how much I love my pillow?”
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Gnawing the Bone 
Oh poor wee Fleegle 😦 so much for sweet dreams and all that… Thank goodness, his “dog’s best friend” and human family member woke him up so that he could regain his bearings x
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Ah, sibling rivalry raises its ugly head.
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