Doggy Adultery

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I am in love with another dog. Now now, I still love Espresso, but this little Charlotte is quite the pooch herself.

The fun part about them being together, is how different they are. First there's the obvious—boy vs. girl.

Espresso rolls over. Charlotte does stretches on command. "Char Char, stretchy. Streeeetchy," and she'll stretch to the front, then stretch to the back. Doggy Yoga.

Espresso waits for "Ok" to get a treat. Char Char balances them are on her nose. Espresso has upward-attentive ears. Charlottes flop. Espresso wants a his head on the pillows. Charlotte wants to be buried under the covers.

One barks.

The other howls.

One has a whip for a tail. It thumps the leather chair and slaps Espresso across the face as he winces, his feather-duster tail whisping back and forth.

Opposites. And they love each other.

Today I put them both in the back of my pickup on the dog platform with the dog bed. Charlotte was nervous, and hesitant to get in the back. She shook a bit, a combination of nerves and the cold. Still, I got them settled for the drive and went. Stopping at a light I looked back. There was Charlotte, curled comfortably on the dog bed—the dog bed with Espresso's name on it. And there was the gentleman, curled beside her, laying on the plywood. Proud.