Briseis and Kalypso, the twin girls

Some might be wondering how the twin dogs we got are working out. They are as cute as can be, a perfectly matched team of canines, truly, while walking them down the street, I feel a sense of real pride at their beauty and their elegance.

That’s not to say that they are perfect saints, like my dog. We had a dinner guest over last night when a sudden snarling broke out in my bedroom.

My daughter sprang up from her chair. “What are they into now!” she cried out. “They must have found some chocolate.”

“Do your dogs eat chocolate?” I asked. But she was gone to break up the fight. Quickly thereafter, the two baby dogs burst out of the hallway, snarling and snapping. “Get out,” she told them, driving them toward the back door. “Worthless animals!” A slam sounded as she urged them out into the back yard.

Now she came back to the dinner table. “Do you know what it was?” She exclaimed. “It wasn’t chocolate after all. I was thinking if it was chocolate, it might be understandable, but all that was over marshmallow Peeps!”

“They eat Peeps?” I was shocked.

“Apparently they consider them a delicacy,” she said, grumbling as she sat back down.

The pups eat marshmallows. In fact, apparently they will fight for marshamallows. Not to the death, but to the boot out the back door at least.