Well I’ve finally gone and done it. There’s a new dog in the house.
He’s a 3-year-old Australian cattle dog, small, sweet and shy. He settled in very quickly yesterday evening, and our first night went well, too. I’m calling him Buddy. He’s not answering to it yet, but then again he wasn’t answering to the name the shelter had on him either. Buddy it is.
The biggest issue is still pending, however, because the dog and the cat haven’t yet worked things out. My calico Ming has lived with a dog before, but has been a spoiled only child for a couple of years now. I did warn her, but she never listens. As for Buddy’s experience with cats, who knows?
Over the last 12 hours there’s been enough confrontation for Ming to get Buddy’s measure. He’s the scaredy-cat and now Ming knows it. They will work out the pecking order without my intervention, so I’m just leaving them to it.
We will all adapt. We will form a new pack. And so it goes.