I come out of the bathroom into the dining room. I stop.
Dogette and Puppy Dog freeze.
They both look up at me, bodies quivering, tails wagging.
The carcass of a dead, plushy bunny is between them, one end in each of their jaws.
I look at them, they look at me.
I move into the kitchen.
They start to growl at each other, and the game is on again.