Tiny Dog Maya was so very small when she first came home with us, that we generally kept her separated from Daisy and Thorbert. Over the past year, though, as she has matured, we have realized that she can get along well with the others as long as we keep a reasonable eye upon them when they are all in the same room. Maya and Daisy tend to try to vie for the Top Dog position; it's still up in the air as to who will ultimately win, although given the size differential, it's likely to be Daisy -- Maya wisely defers at the last second to the dog who weighs fifteen times what she does.
Thorbert, always mild-mannered, tolerated Maya ever so patiently. Maya, ever territorial about people and food, would snap at him when he jumped up onto the couch to sit with me, or if he stood too closely to me while I was eating. He never snapped back. Good boy, Thorbert.
Some times, Maya would try to play with Thorbert. He never understood the concept of Play, and would look slightly confused and alarmed at Maya's efforts. Other times, Maya would lie down next to Thorbert and nudge her tiny head under his chin. He would lick her noggin thoughtfully, and she would melt into relaxation under his damp ministrations.
Two days ago, Maya approached Daisy and attempted to encourage her to do the same. Daisy delivered a look that clearly stated, "I am annoyed and do not have time for such trivia." Alas, Maya. There will be no more noggin-licking.
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