As I write this, I'm chuckling uncontrollably. Emma is eyeing her reflection in the glass door of the entertainment center. She distrusts this other dog completely and lets it know by her low growls and wuffs. After a while, she backs away (retaining eye contact with the other dog) and walks behind the recliner to the window and puts her paws on the sill so she can look out...Presumably to see if the dog is now out there. Then back she goes to the entertainment center...I'm dying here.
