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…”
“Someday,” I thought as I walked a screaming infant in the wee small hours of the night. “Someday she’ll sleep through the night.”
“Someday,” I thought last week as my daughter walked her screaming baby through the wee small hours of the night. “Someday she’ll sleep through the night. ” Smiling, I turned my head back to my pillow and drifted back to sleep. “Someday…”
Sometimes it takes a while. My daughter could not sleep through the night until she was 9 months old.
Comment from second youngest son (deprived of pets all his life) on seeing this post: ‘I want to go and live with these people.’
You should name the new poopie SPOT, certainly he has one….
Dogs eventually warm up to each other. Good there hasn’t been any snapping from Trip. I had one kitten, Bitsy. Then a thought she should have a playmate for when I am gone. They fought for 3 days like I have never seen cats do. Growl and snarl and I thought the would hate each other forever. Now they run and play and eat and sleep together.