The Jack Russell way. First thing in the morning, dismal, dark, and foggy. Massive dog fight in the center of the kitchen floor.
Snarling ball of fur!
Swirling, snapping, biting, yapping.
Over a single leaf of Romaine lettuce.
Mack loves lettuce. He kills it first, then shreds, teds, chops, minces and dices. He could make his own infomercial for late night TV.
Then, when there is lettuce confetti from one end of the floor to the other, he eats every tidbit as if it was steak and gravy.
Daisy has no interest in lettuce whatsoever, being more inclined towards Milk Bones and cheese cubes....
Unless, of course, Mack has the lettuce. Then its allure increases exponentially.
|Faster then a speeding camera|
Fortunately an old 12-pound dog quarreling with a new, but still possessing only milk teeth, 10-pound dog, does not make for much of a dog fight.
I nudged them apart with my toe and went back to making coffee.