Tilly, our brown, blue-eyed Lab-Husky: At me, for not sharing my apple pancakes.
Tilly: Again, after I gave her a piece of apple pancake because she wanted more apple pancake.
Fitz, our black and white Lab-Hound(?): At a woman knocking on the door of the apartment building across the street.
Tilly: At me, because I’m sitting in her favorite corner of the bed, which is also the corner closest to the door, on the side of the bed from which it is easiest to quietly egress and return in the middle of the night.
Fitz and Tilly: At the cats.
Fitz: At the cats.
Tilly: At a squirrel on the other side of the backyard fence, while standing in the kitchen, door closed, looking out the window and across the yard.
Tilly: At both Nate and I, in the middle of the night because she wanted to chase the aforementioned squirrel.
Tilly: At both Nate and I, in the middle of the night because ???.
Fitz: At Tilly, because Tilly wants to play with a ball and not him.
Fitz: At a neighborhood teenager walking to his job at the supermarket.
Tilly: At a neighborhood teenager walking to his job at the supermarket, because Fitz did.
Tilly and Fitz: At the empty street after a neighborhood teen walking to his job at the supermarket passed out of sight, but could possibly turn around and….???
Tilly and Fitz: At the mailman.
Tilly and Fitz: At the mailman.
Tilly and Fitz: At the ghost(??) in our driveway.
Tilly and Fitz: At the ghost(??) in our backyard.
Tilly and Fitz: At the ghost(??) on our porch.
Tilly and Fitz: At the squeaky sound in a TikTok I was watching. (x3)
Tilly: At me, because I’m sitting in her favorite corner of the bed. (Honestly, this happens daily.)
Tilly: At Fitz.
Fitz: At Tilly.
Tilly: At Fitz.
Fitz: At Tilly.
Tilly and Fitz: At me, at Nate, at each other, at our hands, at our change in pitch, at me, at Nate, at each other, all at once, I think my dogs are sick of having me home.
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