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Another day
Sep. 22nd, 2009 10:39 pmWell, Fang is definitely liking his new abode. I'm still leaving the outside door open, so if he gets spooked he can take off (more on that later). So I went out this morning, thinking he wasn't there, and then I turned around and he's in the middle of the floor, stretching and yawning. While he slept on his bed for a while, apparently he's found a more "secure" place back behind a bunch of boxes (with a path to it only someone his size could possibly fit through). But he was quite happy eating his breakfast and playing with the string and climbing on my shoulders. And of course, the wonderful world of the windowsill - which stretches the length of the porch. This afternoon I got him a fuzzy dangling toy, which he finds quite fascinating. And he's curious about the litter box - if he continues to prefer the indoors to the outdoors, it shouldn't take long for him to figure that out. ;-) Tomorrow I'm going to try and get some pictures (not of the litter box).
Anyway, the dogs are presenting the only real fly in the ointment. Not so much Muffin (the Pom) - she's so far into her own little imaginary world she has no idea what she's barking at or why - she just thinks she should - and then forgets about that almost immediately. I don't think she even realizes there's another animal out there.
Petey (the Jack Russell) is a different story. I had my hands full on one trip out there, and left the inner door open, just the screen door between Petey and Fang. Well, it took a few tentative sniffs from about a foot away - and then I'm not sure what happened, but suddenly Fang arched his back, hissed and swung at Petey - which set Petey off, of course. Jacks can be very aggressive (terrier) but I have never seen Petey that angry before. So Fang raced out the door, and Petey tried to come through the screen - oy!
Anyway, thank goodness it had rained all night so was wet and muddy outside. Fang hates that, and hadn't gone very far at all. He was more than happy to have me come and carry him back inside (after closing the door, of course). And now, as long as that inner door is closed, he just glances over when the dogs bark, and otherwise ignores them. But when I open that door to go inside - he's ready to bolt.
I don't know what to do about Petey. He's either pawing and whining at the door to the porch, or pawing and whining at me for attention. He's so jealous he'd put the Emerald City to shame. And I can't help but feel sorry for the poor guy - he was an abandoned pet (about 2 years old) when I adopted him, so I'm sure that plays a part (or am I humanizing him too much?). So I'm trying to love him up a lot more than normal - but the more I do the more he demands.
Argh...
38 days...
Anyway, the dogs are presenting the only real fly in the ointment. Not so much Muffin (the Pom) - she's so far into her own little imaginary world she has no idea what she's barking at or why - she just thinks she should - and then forgets about that almost immediately. I don't think she even realizes there's another animal out there.
Petey (the Jack Russell) is a different story. I had my hands full on one trip out there, and left the inner door open, just the screen door between Petey and Fang. Well, it took a few tentative sniffs from about a foot away - and then I'm not sure what happened, but suddenly Fang arched his back, hissed and swung at Petey - which set Petey off, of course. Jacks can be very aggressive (terrier) but I have never seen Petey that angry before. So Fang raced out the door, and Petey tried to come through the screen - oy!
Anyway, thank goodness it had rained all night so was wet and muddy outside. Fang hates that, and hadn't gone very far at all. He was more than happy to have me come and carry him back inside (after closing the door, of course). And now, as long as that inner door is closed, he just glances over when the dogs bark, and otherwise ignores them. But when I open that door to go inside - he's ready to bolt.
I don't know what to do about Petey. He's either pawing and whining at the door to the porch, or pawing and whining at me for attention. He's so jealous he'd put the Emerald City to shame. And I can't help but feel sorry for the poor guy - he was an abandoned pet (about 2 years old) when I adopted him, so I'm sure that plays a part (or am I humanizing him too much?). So I'm trying to love him up a lot more than normal - but the more I do the more he demands.
Argh...
38 days...
