The last couple of days have been ‘interesting’.
A while back Daughter initiated a chain of events that somehow got out of hand. I’m still not quite sure how it happened but we have a new addition to the family.
We’re still not quite sure what to call her but the consensus seems to settling on Callie. Callie apparently beans ‘beautiful’ or maybe it’s spelled Kali who’s the goddess of destruction or something. Either spelling is appropriate.
Anyhows, Newdog is a Lurcher. She’s big, beautiful, gentle, big, graceful and big. Did I mention she’s big? She’s fucking HUGE compared to Penny, almost twice the size. She’s all legs and ribs.
Introductions went well and so far there has been no blood spilled. A few snaps, a bit of teeth display and a yip or two and pecking order has been established. Penny is Boss Dog and that’s the way it should be, We have actually reached the stage of the pair sharing the couch, which I may add is a huge step as the couch was always Penny’s territory which she would only reluctantly share with humans.
All this shenannigans has cast doubt on my trips to Coffee Shop. If I brought Newdog there she’d not only occupy the terrace but would probably help herself to all the other customers’ grub. Bringing both would be a potential nightmare. Maybe I’ll just have to leave Newdog at home which wouldn’t be kind.
So the last couple of days have been somewhat hectic. Feeding time needs very careful policing and for some reason Newdog won’t leave the house unless she has her harness and lead on so I have to walk her around the estate at regular intervals. At least she’s house-trained.
Officially we are fostering her with the option of returning her after a week or two. I have a feeling though that fostering will morph into adoption.
It’s the way she looks at me.