My Dogs Made Me Lie

I have a 12 year old Yorkie...his name is Gibson. Gibson is an odd fellow, and as he gets older, like most of us, he gets grumpier. Poor Gibson...about a year and half ago his best friend and life long pal, Cooper, went to the big dog house in the sky. Cooper was 6 when Gibson came into the house and it took me about a year before I realized that Gibson was Cooper's dog, not mine. That's the way it went for the next 10 years. Gibson only listened to Cooper...I was the person who supplied the food.

Well, not long after Cooper shed his mortal coil, a big black puppy landed in my lap. And just like big puppies are....Boone was and still is a big goof. A bull in a china shop. All legs, tongue and tail. No manners at all. Gibson, being a grumpy Yorkie, has been apoplectic over this latest addition to the family circle. To put it mildly he hates this puppy and everything the10 month old 65 pound puppy stands for. Gibson never learned to share and has never played well with others.
This morning something changed. I was getting ready to go to work....now why all the animals in my life choose to hang out in the bathroom with me every morning is beyond me, but this morning I heard a strange gurgle coming from one of the dogs...sort of a cross between a loud yawn and a gargle....I looked over and lo and behold, there's the grumpy Yorkie snorting and playing coy with Boone, who was all stretched out on the floor making the gurgling noises, pawing at Gibson and Gibson was actually smiling! SMILING!!! My crotchety old dog was enjoying, even initiating, play time with the big puppy. I didn't want to move. I've been waiting for this moment for 10 months and there is was in all its glory. And like some silly pet owner I held my breath and stood there afraid to move lest I break the magical spell that had been cast.
When I got in late for work I really wanted to explain why I was running late. The explanation laid on my tongue, but when my brain caught on to what I was about to say, it shut me down....instead I made some kind of lame excuse. It's easier to say I slept in that to try to explain that my furry kids were finally getting along and I didn't want to mess with the magic.