Don’t hold a grudge

I was staying with Sara and had Echo with me. Sara’s puppy Ollie is obnoxious and torments her older bitch Gwennie. He was busy with his usual game of “Bug Gwennie”, pestering her about any toy she may have. Echo looks at Sara, looks at me, and with an obvious expression of “if you’re not going to take care of this, I will” launches off the dog bed she was sharing on the floor with Gwennie and nails him. Nails him in the way adults reprimand children who are misbehaving. Quick, to the point, and done. Stop that! You know better! She glances at Gwennie as if to say “you’re welcome, but for gosh sakes, why don’t you tell him to quit?” and calmly resumes gnawing on a bone. No angst, no grudges, just a correction to obtain more appropriate behavior.