The New "Normal"
After 3 weeks, the Shmoo is finally settling into the Possum Family household, at least as settled as a 12-month-old, Husky boy can be. The Diva is teaching him the ropes and is definitely the boss of him.
For me, it has been amazing to watch HER become a puppy again! She's never really had a lot of chance to play with other dogs; even when she sees her buds Roxie and Arthur in the street, there's only so much playing she can do while on a leash.
But she really plays in a big way with Shmoo. I worry a bit, as he's so much bigger, stronger and younger than she is. However he seems to defer to her superiority, and when things get out of hand (they actually MOVE the dining table!) there is always the dreaded SPRAY BOTTLE. That seems to be the one thing that makes Shmoo stop what he's doing and come to me for forgiveness. Although strangely, they both seem to have learned to understand the meaning of, "Don't make me come over there!" I think I've finally turned into my mother.
Still, except for the playing and a couple of minor food stealing incidents (he grabbed my last bagel off the kitchen counter--does that mean he's Jewish?) which included climbing on the dinner table last night and starting to eat a cherry cobbler, he's a very good boy. Friends and neighbors are actually surprised by how much he's learned in a short time.
With the newfound tranquility, I am finally able to get back to doing some work other than cooking, cleaning, dog walking, dog ferrying to the vet's, shopping for dog supplies, etc. Both Possums are taking more and longer walks, so that can't be a bad thing. I finally managed to manhandle Shmoo into the tub, so he no longer smells like a wild thing and, at the moment, both Woofers are sacked out on the couch in my room snoozing away while I work.
Normal, I guess.
Ciao for now.
Randy
For me, it has been amazing to watch HER become a puppy again! She's never really had a lot of chance to play with other dogs; even when she sees her buds Roxie and Arthur in the street, there's only so much playing she can do while on a leash.
But she really plays in a big way with Shmoo. I worry a bit, as he's so much bigger, stronger and younger than she is. However he seems to defer to her superiority, and when things get out of hand (they actually MOVE the dining table!) there is always the dreaded SPRAY BOTTLE. That seems to be the one thing that makes Shmoo stop what he's doing and come to me for forgiveness. Although strangely, they both seem to have learned to understand the meaning of, "Don't make me come over there!" I think I've finally turned into my mother.
Still, except for the playing and a couple of minor food stealing incidents (he grabbed my last bagel off the kitchen counter--does that mean he's Jewish?) which included climbing on the dinner table last night and starting to eat a cherry cobbler, he's a very good boy. Friends and neighbors are actually surprised by how much he's learned in a short time.
With the newfound tranquility, I am finally able to get back to doing some work other than cooking, cleaning, dog walking, dog ferrying to the vet's, shopping for dog supplies, etc. Both Possums are taking more and longer walks, so that can't be a bad thing. I finally managed to manhandle Shmoo into the tub, so he no longer smells like a wild thing and, at the moment, both Woofers are sacked out on the couch in my room snoozing away while I work.
Normal, I guess.
Ciao for now.
Randy
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