I woke up an hour early in anticipation of an alarm that was going off two hours earlier than it has been going off (back to the gym after a three week hiatus). I hate when that happens! I tossed about, planning the day in my head which never lends itself to going back to sleep. And then I looked over at Vegas & Molly.
Molly was asleep in the crook of my arm, exhausted from Sunday's Big Swim Day. Vegas was asleep, next to Molly, kicking like no one's business, clearly resolving subconcious issues of tennis balls left behind. The two of them were side by side, back to back, heart to heart.
I realized in that moment that they have not only rescued me, they have rescued each other. When they first came together they shared space and a benign tolerance of each other. Vegas had a wait and see attitude and Molly was fearful and unsure. I'm not sure how it happened, but a pack was born.
It's better in a pack.
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