Ma, make her stop it!
For the next ten days, while Dante's father gets to lead a group from his brother's Phoenix church to Italy, Dante the Wonder Schnauzer is my house guest. I had forgotten what it was like to live with two dogs and am now reminded that it is a lot like having squabbling siblings.
Give both a bone, and they start fretting how to get the other's much less than chewing their own. Take them for a walk and they vie as to who will trot next to my left side (completely disregarding the fact that there is my right side open). Pet one and the other needs to let the human know that hey, I'm cute, too! Nights now feature double the canine snoring.
But . . . it's fun!