Terriers

8 a.m. dog fight. The little one once again got raked across the muzzle. The medium one once again was spotted with blood. The big one was of course pissed off because the other two woke him up, on a Sunday morning no less. But the big one has been even more ornery than usual--yesterday at Starbucks he barked at a stranger to demand her whipped cream. This is what you get with three male terriers. Boys will be boys.