Max lives across the lake, which is frozen now. Mum’s dog is a mostly house dog of dubious antecedents. He’s supposed to be a spendy long haired mini doxie, but appears to be more of a medium frustration. Max and Obi bark back and forth, but rarely see each other in the fur. Max wanders quite freely, swims in the lake in the summer, and chases the snowmachines of his two leggers in winter. Obi? He barks and chases snowballs or rocks or sticks or balls you throw for him, as long as they are short distances! Yet, these two can be amicable when they meet. They can test each other and decide a puppy peace treaty is best for the neighborhood. Without hours around a table or a tweet, these two can decide in seconds it is ok to share the same territory for a duration of time and be friendly. If only man could learn what these creatures know innately. Granted, they don’t always behave well around each other, but this day, they were. And with the touch of a nose, they were off tending to their own business once more. A canine blessing.