The new puppy is Trip’s nephew (for real, Goose is his half-brother Turk’s pup) and Trip has taken to his Uncle-y duties well – not a single growl or grumble.
This is probably because he has, so far, refused to acknowledge that the puppy exists. Well, other than this look he keeps giving me:
Judging from past puppy experiences, I suspect that when Goose gets a bit older Trip will be willing to play, but until then, Trip has gotten to go on a bit more car rides and gotten to be on the flip side of the naughty dog coin.
Today while Trip was sitting by my side with his head in my lap and we watched (well, I watched, Trip looked the other way) Goose attack a knothole in a post in the living room. I looked at Trip and said, “Someday he’ll be a good dog too… Someday…”