She pants hard and licks her dry chops. **The boy is happy, I am tired, so be it.** She is pleased to have helped him find himself. She trots amiably after him as he enters the apartment. In the kitchen, the boy gives her water. She buries her soul and being in drinking, and when she emerges, the children are fighting again. She lowers her head to her paws and gazes at them sadly. **Who will discipline these fighting pups?**