All professional, of course.About six months after she joined our group, I began to notice something odd.Once or twice a day, I would go to the Men's ...oom (you know... normal healthy human behavior). But I started to notice that I would see Mo walking into the Ladies' room at almost the same time.At first, I thought it odd, and then humorous. Mo would never look at me directly as if she knew she was going at the same time. After a couple of weeks, though, I noticed that the ONLY time she would. Next thing he knew, Rory was on the floor, flat on his back and the back of his head hurt just a little. “Happy Birthday tiny one!”, Amy screamed. “Don't call me tiny! And that hurt!” Rory retorted, a tad irritated. His mother rushed over. “Amy! get off your brother!” she said with a stern voice but a smile on her face. “Junior is 9 today!” came his father's booming voice. The rest of the morning was a blur of activity. Harry opened his presents. Amy gave him a new sketchbook with money she. When my feet hit the floor, both of them raised their heads and looked my way. Seeing that I was getting up, both of them raised up to their feet, lowered their fronts into great, full-bodied stretches, their butts sticking into the air. I teasingly scratched both of them just above their tails. It was one of the many things that these two seemed to share enjoyment of. A canine and feline, both taking pleasure from many of the same scratches, rubs, and cuddles.It was quiet in the commons area.. The young ones hugged tightly and then they joined hands and twirled around a bit as the pup barked with glee. They grabbed the pizza box and lots of napkins as they went into the guest room. It was fun to sit on the soft futon with the full wall mirror showing the girls their pretty selves as they ate or played. Leora tossed a treat for the dog as the two girls settled cross-legged there on the cushions, the pie between them.Both girls were chattering at the same time between large bites of.