That gobby Maltese Terrier ran, as I suspected she would, to Yoda with tales from the crypt. Perhaps not straightforwardly. Perhaps Yoda took the mediteranean temptress to one side and confided 'not knowing what to do about her' and 'why' and the yappy rat let her in on some of what I'd been saying.
Any ho, the upshot was a seriously scary bonding moment, or I think that's what Yoda was attempting. She actually apologised for something, exhibited signs of hurt that I hadn't gone directly to her with my issue and offered assurance of a 'lack of intent'.
Today's best buddy is tomorrow's dart board. Sorry I don't buy it Yoda, but next time you need someone to stand on it is still as likely to be me as anyone else.
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