Dogs gone mild

Dogs bite and chew each other. They sit on people's laps. They lick and nibble on your ears. They try to steal your snacks.
They also share their muddy prints upon your once-clean jacket. It's okay, it was washed; next week they will attack it.

Echo got to ride in the car to the video store then to Starbucks. He got free lovin' scratches from the window person who wasn't too disppointed to pet his soft head. Without a "woof", he wiggled his "typical" rottweiler stump of a tail. He sat midseat, for getting him to stay in back was a battle not worth fighting.

Cheyenne, the naughty, was at home. She greeted him when he came in, jealous that he smelled of other places (the car).