bicker ovenbird They’re fighting over four square inches of my thigh, the dog and a fully adult human man. I don’t know how we got here, but the dog has his sweet little head on my leg and the man thinks that he should have dibs, and keeps trying to wedge his hand under the dogs head, under his paws, and the dog is having none of it, keeps licking the interloping hand knowing slobber will get it to back off. But the hand is persistent and the dog is looking at me like, “what the fuck? Are you going to take this? I was here first.” And I’m like, “I know buddy, I’m with you on this one, but what am I supposed to do?” And the dog and the man keep bickering, trying to reclaim territory on the expanse of my thigh. And I miss my favourite song on the album we’re listening to due to the kerfuffle. And did anyone ask what I wanted? No, of course they didn’t. But, given the choice between velvet ears set above eyes that swim with unwavering devotion and a roaming hand…we all know what I’m picking. 261103 what's it to you? who go blather from