Ladybug was extremely happy, but Dutch's large brown eyes turned into cauldrons of indignation. His cheerful waging tail became a highly metered thumping drumstick.
Joy returned to his face with the sound of the refrigerator door opening. "That meatball is mine," he thought. As that little treat meant to be shared between him and me slipped from my fingers onto the floor, it was gobbled up by Dutch before I could even swear.
There were now two bitches in the house!