This is Tiger, who despite the name, is a mellow fellow.
This is Benji – a sweet boy and lots of fun but not mellow at all – perhaps you can tell by the eyes.
One morning Tiger dropped by my office for a visit and afterwards guarded the door.
Until Benji came long.
“Move over buster that’s my spot,” he said while Tiger looked to me for help.
“Tiger was here first, Benji,” I said, knowing it was futile.
Some things never change.