Tank is taking over the house.
Im not sure yet if she's plotting against Mary and I, but I do know she aims to take down the dogs. Its not that the dogs bother her, they simply don't give her the respect she thinks she deserves. If she can't earn their respect through petting and delighted squeals, she'll earn it through intimidation. She runs the floor, they need to know that.
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Meeting with her war cabinet. Left to right: Lt. Gen. Jiggle Ant,
Field Marshall Lion, Col. Krinkle Owl.
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Her crawl was unconventional enough to lure them into a false sense of security. She drags herself along the ground with her right arm and kicks her feet while her left arm swings in the air ready to grab, push, pull or slap. It looks as if half of her is trying to swim in a winter coat while the other half is crawling up the beach. On first glance its not a crawl to be feared.
Its not graceful, but what she's pieced together is deadly, a sneakily efficient utilitarian scoot. She's fast and quiet. Her knife hand is free is anyone gets mouthy.
The dogs are in flight. I've told them Abby will be eating real food soon and then they'll be best friends. They don't buy it. As soon as they settle Abby runs them off. Respect will be earned.
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| Cheeks and Lion detained for questioning |
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