Keeper of the Peace

A funny thing has been happening in the park each morning. One of the older dogs, we'll call her "Rosie", has taken it upon herself to monitor Laika's and my playing. Every time we are starting to get into it and wrestle around, Rosie trots on over, gives her "I've had enough of your nonsense" bark and we are sent to our separate corners to contemplate our behavior. I guess she is fed up with our puppy shenanigans.

Mom and Laika's mom, Jane, thinks it is hilarious; I, frankly, think it's rude. Who does Rosie think she is? My boss? She's not the boss of me! Uh, uh.