Izzy and our deceased Doberman Cooper played very hard, but they never hurt each other.
Once in a while Morgan's saintly patience runs out. Last year's dinner party has gone down in history.
Izzy head disappeared into Morgans mouth momentarily. I cannot blame Morgan for defending herself but there are moments I feel like we live in an underground dog fighting arena. I will not go into the gory details, suffice it to say dinner was interrupted by a run to the 24 hour emergency vet. Thank god for my friend Kim who does not drink, so we had a designated driver for the 20 minute car ride. Many stitches later, a hefty vet bill and a new leather basket muzzle for Izzy, peace, once again, rules our home.
We really need a daily dose of zen...