If I let loose my hair, it would fall halfway down my back. Waffles obediently bites down on the tiny weenie and for a second, nose to nose, they kiss. My mother raises an eyebrow, and I wait for her to share some inane dog factoid with me, like how a dog's mouth is cleaner than a human's, but she doesn't, instead she sighs. Sunny is the wounded mother persecuted by a selfish ungrateful daughter. Mildred Pierce of Park Avenue.
Dogs are easy.
They listen, Mary Beth.