The Look Of Love Was In Her Eyes

Bingo’s affection for Violet was less than hers for him. Even so, he depended on her. Like two little married people, they had their private arrangements–a way they liked to sleep, an agreement that she would relinquish her food to him if he finished his food first, an ongoing struggle about her walking ahead of him on his blind side, forcing him to shoulder her back. Like a little married man, Bingo saw as his duty getting both himself and Violet into the house if they were outside, and to this end he would stand on his hind legs and vigorously scratch the wooden door…

Healthy and athletic, Maria was everything that Violet was not. Bingo immediately became deeply interested in her. As the eldest and therefore the dominant dog of the household, he would demonstrate in front of her, walking slowly and stiffly back and forth across her path, but with his ears held low and his face radiating affection. His body language told her that he knew she was younger than he, and furthermore that she was his junior as a member of the household, so he was her superior in every way that mattered to dogs, but all that was as nothing, since he already felt much affection for her and wanted her to be his follower and his lady.