Little Bear is a little grumpy today. This isn’t at all unusual, just like his mum, he gets the hump easily – especially when it’s raining as it is today. I often think that the traditional Schnauzer cut makes otherwise cheery dogs look a little miserable, but even without the usual hair-do LB is looking sulky.
Maybe it’s because Annie’s antics have elbowed him out of his own blog. This is utter rubbish of course, and not even I’m daft enough to believe this for a second (he never reads his own press you see) but it’s probably worth a post on how LB reacted to all of the drama around his new foster sister’s appearance (or should that be disappearance?)
Hmmm, there’s a plan afoot
LB knew that we were up to something. We brought things home in bags that smelled of the pet shop and then tucked them away, still full in cupboards; baby gates he’d last seen as a pup were hauled from the garage and put back up and new blankets and beds materialised in the lounge. He kept a close eye on it all and inspected everything in minute detail.
He tested out the bedding for comfort and sniffed the gates as if trying to find some weak spots that may come in handy should the cat corner him suddenly.
The night before we were due to pick her up I had an awful pang of guilt. LB was snuggled up in his bed which is next to ours and The Cat was stretched out on the bed in the spot where my feet should have been had they not learned to routinely reorganise themselves around her large black and white frame. Has anyone else noticed how cats suddenly treble in size and weight the moment they fall asleep on your bed?!
Both are spoilt rotten and LB especially, although it pains me to admit it, can be something of a brat on times. How would Mamma’s little prince take to a strange dog in his house?
The answer is… amazingly well. Annie was obviously traumatized by her ordeal and spent three days solid refusing to come out of the dining room. LB obviously knew she was in there – even without his heightened sense of smell the odour of ‘dog been living rough for 44 hours’ was hard to miss.
Mamma, there’s a monster in the dining room
She also growled at him frequently from under the door and on a couple of occasions charged at him and barked furiously when she saw him amble past the patio doors. His look said it all ‘Mamma, there’s a monster in the dining room.’
But he took it all in his stride. The off-limits room, the smell of a new dog he couldn’t even see (save for an angry flash from behind the blinds) and OH and I taking it in turns to be on Annie duty in the dining room in a bid to coax her out from under her table.
When at last he did lay eyes on her – a walk by at opposites sides of the road outside the house, he was an angel and for once didn’t even open his beak! Annie barked and lunged – but LB steadfastly ignored her.
On their first joint walk the next day he displayed the same impeccable manners. A mutual sniffing session back at the garden reassured LB that the monster had been banished and Annie I think swiftly wrote him off as not worth worrying about.
Three weeks later and LB seems relatively content with situation, save for one key complaint – Annie, despite his very best efforts, refuses to play with him. Which is probably the real reason why the little fella is so grumpy.