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Sometimes Bart tolerates Rutherford. Yeah, his ears are back, but they're not flattened in that "when-I-get-into-a-fight-with-this-beast-I-don't-want-them-torn-off" sorta way, but more like an "ugh-this-guy-again" southward jaunt. Sometimes he doesn't hiss and he just deals. And sometimes he even lets him lay next to him. Today wasn't one of those days. Today when I sat on the… Continue reading Observe