Coyote: <squirming> Ow! You’re torturing me!
Me: Oh, fer pete’s sake. It’s just a brush. Stand still.
Coyote: Chris never tortures me when I stay with her.
Me: Chris isn’t responsible for your daily care. Besides, she gave you a bath. That’s torture, right?
Coyote: Yeah, but she cried the whole time she was doing it.
Me: That was you.
Coyote: <snorts> Details!
Me: Uh-huh, but let’s get them right.
Coyote: The only reason I got a bath was so I’d be clean for you.
Me: That might have originally been true, but then you leaned up against a freshly-painted wall. So it was your fault.
Coyote: Again: Details.
Me: Again: Get them right.
Coyote: By the way, food at Chris’s always comes with gravy on it.
Me: *sigh* Chris gets to spoil you because she doesn’t have to live with you. Gravy is expensive.
Coyote: You put gravy on my food last night!
Me: That was a “welcome home” celebration. You’ve been welcomed. Game over. Now, hold still.
Coyote: Ouch! Chris is ALWAYS happy to see me.
Me: Chris, Chris, Chris… Keep it up, and I’ll start comparing you to Sachi. How would you like that?
Coyote: Fine. You can start with how I’m smarter than Sachi.
Me: <teasing> Who isn’t?
Coyote: <tongue-in-cheek> I rest my case.
Sachi: Uh…hello! I’m right here!
Me: But she’s much more cooperative. And I don’t have to negotiate everything with her.
Coyote: Well, that’s my prerogative. I’m part husky.
Me: <tugging> The stubborn part.
Coyote: Hey! Don’t brush so hard!
Me: By the way, you have a vet appointment this afternoon.
Coyote: With shots?!
Coyote: <accusingly> You like torturing me.
Me: Do you have any idea how much those shots cost? And the “senior panel” tests? Old dog.
Coyote: <offended> I’m not old. I’m well-aged.
Me: Well, keep your well-aged butt still unless you want me to bite it.
Coyote: I hate when you do that.
Me: It’s all — ALL of it — for your own good. I love your all-stubborn, part-husky self.
Coyote: <huffs her disdain>
Me: Careful, or I’ll take you back to Chris.
Coyote: Yes, please.
Me: Without Sachi.
Coyote: That silly dog? <pause, then sighing> I can’t do without her, though.
Me: And we can’t do without you either. So there.
Sachi: Geez, you guys…I’m. Right. HERE!