A problem that we’re having right now is that B feeds half of every meal to Martha, the dog. He’s trained her, now, better than she’s been trained in most things. Martha sleeps a lot of the day: she’s a rescue, I don’t know how old she is, but it seems possible from her sleep patterns that she might be quite old. Sometimes she is happy to play with B and sometimes she seems to find him quite antagonizing. But when one of us starts carrying B to his high chair she animates into a gray-and-white streak and shoots under the table to assume her position.
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