Rusty is a nice puppy.
Sparky is locked up, so he’s taking a nap in his crate. Life would be great if they could reliably get along.
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Maybe Sparky is a bully or this could be some alpha dog protocol that I don’t understand. I’m worried that this may not work out.
My brother was critical to the Adopt-a-Dog project, so we talked pretty often this week. He mentioned that the Olympics were starting in a few weeks. I thought the Games were starting sooner.
Sparky is the salty boss, when the over-eager new guy comes in.
Watch the tails and the feet. Rusty comes in with a big idea. His tail is wagging like mad, but his shifty feet show that he isn’t sure how the boss is going to like it.
The boss is busy licking something and doesn’t want to be disturbed. Sparky’s tail is straight out in the, “I’m not dicking around” position. His front paws are planted.
After he lashes into Rusty, notice how Sparky’s tail wags happy in the end.
Sparky is a boss.
When we go on walks, Sparky will occasionally go off in a different direction like he’s got some kind of plan. He just expects me to follow because his idea is better than mine. He is a confident and decisive leader.
Sparky and Rusty made peace, and now they can both take an afternoon nap.
Rocco and Rosco didn’t work out. His name is Rusty.
I picked up Rusty’s crate, and now he’s got more room and Sparky has his crate back.
We have a vet appointment tomorrow for a check up and to schedule his nut job.
I was better prepared for a new dog, but Rocco still surprised me. He is a savage compared to Sparky.
His new name is Rapey McHumpster.
When he was settled in, I went into the solarium without Sparky so we could get acquainted. He got up on his hind legs to say hello. I thought he might be one of those fancy dogs who knows how to dance, like Scooby-Doo or Marmaduke. When he grabbed my leg like he was drowning, I knew we weren’t dancing.