Three Dog Fight: Upstairs Downstairs

Don't you hate when people leave you hanging on Facebook?
Say they have some terrible tragedy unfolding, and you wait, with bated breath, for the next post only to hear crickets. Did he die? Is she ok? Was the operation a success?
Follow up, people, please!

Now back to me.
I thought I'd give you a brief update on my living situation -- yes, the heart is still beating -- because, I thought you might like to know.
Last fall, I posted an urgent message that I had to re-home my lovely Mini-Aussie, Pearl, because she was trying to kill Sophie the Pug.
Faced with my own version of Sophie's choice, I couldn't do it.
As I watched Viggo the Lab and Pearl play in the yard, I knew I couldn't separate them. I couldn't give up Sophie, either, because I've had her for eight years, and she really is my therapy dog.
So a solution had to be found.
First, we hired a doggie behaviourist, a nice fellow named The Dog Father. Dan came to the house and gave us some sage advice, and told us if we followed it, we would have a happy pack.
We tried, but Pearl cannot be trusted. And to be honest, it's not just Pearl. Sophie starts the fights, sneaking up behind her, crowding her, and Pearl responds in typical Aussie fashion. Then Sophie fights back which is really pathetic. It's like watching a loaf of bread fighting with an alligator.
I came up with my own solution which has been working since November.
Scott sleeps upstairs with Pearl and Viggo while I sleep downstairs with Sophie. When each of us get up, we take out our respective dogs on leashes. Then we bring them into the kitchen, on leashes, where we feed them.
When Scott goes to work, I put Sophie in the bedroom and let the other two dogs out for a few hours, and let them play in the snow. Then I put Pearl in the upstairs bedroom for a few hours and let Sophie out, where she sleeps on my lap until the next shift change. I do this every few hours until Scott gets home, and then we are all together with Sophie sleeping on my lap and Pearl roaming freely.
We do this every day, and we are disciplined about it.
There is no way out of it. It's just our dog situation.
I make no apologies.
Everybody is safe. All the dogs are happy.
And it will be this way until one of them dies, or I do.
Then I won't care.
I'm sure I'm not alone in making an arrangement for my dogs.
Some people leave their charges in cages all day long.
Mine basically get a few time outs with toys and water.
Not a bad life.
Beats life on the street.
So that's my update.
Now you know.
The dog did not get rehomed. Nobody got killed.
And we're surviving like a couple old folks in twin beds.
On different floors.
The end.