There's a new kid in town!
Meet Tuffy, a gangly, four-legged goofball (aka, Wheaton Terrier), down from the mountain in Paradise Valley.
I really think DH believed it a “win-win” situation for everyone when he offered to puppy-sit last month. His recently widowed mistress (the dog’s, that is!) is a long-time customer/friend who desperately needed to get away for a few weeks. By the same token, we’ve missed crazy Brewster’s presence; and presumed Caraleigh would be ecstatic at the idea of having a playmate.
….Not! Let’s just say, she was under-whelmed.
At first sniff, Tuffy made a cursory inspection of his new premises, retreated to a corner in the bedroom ….and stayed. Obviously homesick, he seemed totally uninterested in public relations; in taking nourishment. His own doggie gruel was summarily rejected, as if it contained cyanide! Finally, I felt compelled to sit cross-legged before him, my palm filled with doggie meal, coated with cottage cheese.
Without being terribly graphic, Tuffy’s done almost everything a canine’s NOT supposed to do while indoors -- including beheading several of Caraleigh’s stuffed babies. Before placing a distress call to The Dog Whisperer, we stepped up our efforts to comfort and cajole. Hubby and I each thinking but leery to admit, this may have been a Mistake. How many days are there in August again?
I’m tickled to report that little by little, Tuffy has come out of his shell. He’s become a happy, bouncy … and yes, hungry 2-year-old, with a penchant for pizza crust and steak.
His “mama” is due to return from Europe next week. In turn, our days and nights will be calmer; certainly cleaner! Still, I feel a bit like Henry Higgins lamenting, “I've grown accustomed to her face! (S)he almost makes the day begin!”
I really think DH believed it a “win-win” situation for everyone when he offered to puppy-sit last month. His recently widowed mistress (the dog’s, that is!) is a long-time customer/friend who desperately needed to get away for a few weeks. By the same token, we’ve missed crazy Brewster’s presence; and presumed Caraleigh would be ecstatic at the idea of having a playmate.
….Not! Let’s just say, she was under-whelmed.
At first sniff, Tuffy made a cursory inspection of his new premises, retreated to a corner in the bedroom ….and stayed. Obviously homesick, he seemed totally uninterested in public relations; in taking nourishment. His own doggie gruel was summarily rejected, as if it contained cyanide! Finally, I felt compelled to sit cross-legged before him, my palm filled with doggie meal, coated with cottage cheese.
Without being terribly graphic, Tuffy’s done almost everything a canine’s NOT supposed to do while indoors -- including beheading several of Caraleigh’s stuffed babies. Before placing a distress call to The Dog Whisperer, we stepped up our efforts to comfort and cajole. Hubby and I each thinking but leery to admit, this may have been a Mistake. How many days are there in August again?
I’m tickled to report that little by little, Tuffy has come out of his shell. He’s become a happy, bouncy … and yes, hungry 2-year-old, with a penchant for pizza crust and steak.
His “mama” is due to return from Europe next week. In turn, our days and nights will be calmer; certainly cleaner! Still, I feel a bit like Henry Higgins lamenting, “I've grown accustomed to her face! (S)he almost makes the day begin!”
We too tried another dog to keep Caesar company while we were at work. A big mistake. Buddy was a puppy, not yet nudered. He constantly tormented Caesar, following him around nipping him on the neck and ears.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, a coworker was looking for a puppy for her daughter and took Buddy. I guess you don't know until you try.