All Will Come Good

Vaughan didn't much care for Harry, who had even less time for Jane. Jane favoured the indoors but tolerated the pull of the leash, for who can live without outside air? The rain against the wood would lull her to sleep before Vaughan had finished scratching. Always at his hindquarters that one. For the others, what could be said? Petty and dominant in their own ways, if you allowed it. Height advantage only, and levelled in a swipe of a paw. Always huddled around Him, stealing His warmth and kind glances. The birds knew what was best and sang a sorrow even we understood, at dawn and dust: just behave, tolerate the leash for a meal and a night of peace. If you don't sleep through it, all will come good.