Dear Dear Diary
Monday, October 09, 2006
OT
I heard a lot of barking in the back yard this evening. It wasn't just the Baroooou of the Basset... it was Kenya Dog's Bark too.
So far, this has been heard before, when Rascal decides to be rude and demand Kenya's food too, which we've done our best to prevent. But they were in the back yard. I ran, fearing something serious.
It was the opposite. I saw happy wagging tails, butts airborne, front paws outstretched, then barks, and dashing about the yard. I choked back any yells. They were PLAYING. It made me so happy I had to call the sweetie immediately.
Maybe they may end up good friends. :) I can but hope. At least it's gotten beyond the "I'm going to pretend you don't exist" stage. We just have to be careful about who we acknowledge as Alpha- it must be Kenya Dog, or Rascal gets rude and pushy about his Dogginess. So when we greet them on coming home, She must be petted first, and her dish has to hit the floor first. And when possible, let her through doors first. That works. Happy pack, happy home. Will they ever snuggle on the couch or a dog bed in the bedroom? No clue. But we don't ask it of them either.
Give it another month for more bonding, I think. Then we can see about fostering.
I heard a lot of barking in the back yard this evening. It wasn't just the Baroooou of the Basset... it was Kenya Dog's Bark too.
So far, this has been heard before, when Rascal decides to be rude and demand Kenya's food too, which we've done our best to prevent. But they were in the back yard. I ran, fearing something serious.
It was the opposite. I saw happy wagging tails, butts airborne, front paws outstretched, then barks, and dashing about the yard. I choked back any yells. They were PLAYING. It made me so happy I had to call the sweetie immediately.
Maybe they may end up good friends. :) I can but hope. At least it's gotten beyond the "I'm going to pretend you don't exist" stage. We just have to be careful about who we acknowledge as Alpha- it must be Kenya Dog, or Rascal gets rude and pushy about his Dogginess. So when we greet them on coming home, She must be petted first, and her dish has to hit the floor first. And when possible, let her through doors first. That works. Happy pack, happy home. Will they ever snuggle on the couch or a dog bed in the bedroom? No clue. But we don't ask it of them either.
Give it another month for more bonding, I think. Then we can see about fostering.
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