He's just so darn cute!
Shelby already covered last night and most of today pretty well. Now she's off spending the evening in Torrance, and I'm home alone playing Mr. Mom to the two dogs.Digory is still doing really well. He wouldn't eat again tonight, though -- he barely took a single sniff at the offered bowl of kibble -- but he is a Beagle, so I know it's only a matter of time before he breaks and starts chowing down. But despite only having had a half-cup of kibble or so since he got here, he's still a total bundle of energy. After Shelby left, he and I played run in the yard! -- just running, back and forth.
After a few laps, Scout came on the scene. Scout looked ready to play; she was certainly sending all of the signals, making a 'play bow' -- prancing around, barking, head and front paws down low, butt wiggling high up in the air. But then Digory came at her, and she was more than a little taken aback. Teeth were shown. After a brief tussle, she turned tail and ran back inside the house, jumping up on the couch (high ground; a defensible position) and whirling around. More teeth were shown.
I think that Scout is used to playing with us. She can give us the play bow, and we'll chase her around the house -- but we don't try to wrestle, nor do we play-bite at her neck. And neither of us humans has an inexhaustible ball of puppy play-energy at our core. It looks like Scout and Digory still have some work to do when it comes to setting limits and understanding what's acceptable.
But I'm not worried at all, really, since just a little while after their confrontation, they spent forty-five minutes sleeping like this:
... I think that everything's going to turn out just fine.
Posted by Kevin at January 31, 2005 06:38 PM