I
don’t know if Mike’s messing with Nell and Bess or they’re messing with him.
“Tonight
Nellie went in the house with the door on it, and I didn’t see Bess go in any
house, but I kinda think she went in the same one.”
Or
-- “Tonight Nellie went right in the house with the door on it, and Bess went
in the other one.”
Or
-- “Bess went in the house with no door, but Nellie just stood there. She wasn’t
going to go in any house while I watched.”
“Aha!”
I think to myself, “Nellie is getting wise to him.” In my mind’s eye I can see
her looking back at him with her big brown eyes, her ears in that
characteristic question mark pose. “Why do you need to know?” she queries.
Similarly
in the morning, he tries to get to the kennel before the dogs come out so that
he can see who slept where. It’s pretty hard to catch the scenario. Bess is
enthusiastic about getting up.
If
Bess is going to get bigger, she’s going to have to hurry. At 8 months, she’s
quite small, really – only about 40 pounds. Contrast Pepper (Ken’s dog), who at
11 months weighs a lean 65 pounds. She inherited her father’s size.
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Dad could feel the inside of the dogloos for warmth to determine if they slept separately OR he could get a surveillance camera to solve the mystery.
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