Watching as Samara flung herself straight into the already fighting Camilla and Nicoletta, I couldn't help but sigh and sink further into the pillow chair, seeking out the comfort that came with such a soft 'haven' that I was all too familiar with at this point.
Every passing day saw my five pups slowly getting bigger and stronger, and as a result their play fighting began to slip precariously into the territory of being 'real' fighting, which carried real consequences for them all.
At first I had almost pulled my hair out as I fretted over each of them since they sported all kinds of bite marks, claw marks, aching muscles and so much more, most of which I needed to comb over them to find since they weren't capable of such 'advanced' communication yet.
