Darby and Paul and I have such times together!
Darby is distinguished and busy most of the time, and keeps Paul in check. Paul is running and rolling all the time, and wags his tail in Darby’s face when he wants to have some excitement.
You can see their differences. Darby is a classical english gentleman, and would look dashing in a black top hat and a red bow tie. Paul would look dashing in maroon, I think, but he is not an english gentleman.
Sometimes Paul and Darby and I have picnics, or climb trees, or slide down slides, or chase the birds out of the bushes. At night before dinner, Darby and Paul usually have rumbles. They roll around and snap at each other, and I have to be head referee, although I join in or even start things going on occasion. Sometimes we have secret meetings, about what I cannot say.
Paul plays with his food at dinnertime and tosses it around in the air, but Darby musters through his stoically. Once Darby leapt off the porch roof in the wintertime and landed as if he had not just jumped 15 feet. Paul has never had an adventure as large as that one. Once Darby and Paul trapped a raccoon up the willow tree, and once they almost caught a black cat. Darby tries to catch sparks from sparklers, has very sharp eyes, so he is always the look out in various endeavors. They are wonderful explorers and are probably my best pals.
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