Given the events of the past few days and what is currently residing in Tunch’s former bedroom, this seems appropriate:
Tonight was a really good night integration wise. Let the Boss out into the living room for a wee bit, and Rosie did not go ballistic. Boss actually swatted her in the face, and she did nothing. So, slowly, but surely, we are reforming the pack.
Rosie, btw, has just been a super trooper. It’s kind of funny, and again, those of you who do not own animals will not understand, but her nose was very much out of joint when I brought Boss home. She had just spent the last few days being superdog and pulled me through a crisis, and now, instead of giving her her due, I went out and started loving on something she’s never seen or smelled before.
So justifiably, she was pissed. Again, unless you have owned dogs, and in particular, a Jack Russell, you will not understand this, but she spent the last two days since Boss came home sulking. Wouldn’t come when I called, every time I saw her, her tail was between her legs and her head was held low and she wouldn’t make eye contact, and if I tried to get near her, she would make a bee-line to the bedroom and go underneath the bed and stew.
Suffice it to say, she’s feeling jilted and pissed (and again, I am laughing because non pet people will completely think I am off my rocker or hammered writing this, while animal owners will just be laughing because they know EXACTLY what I am talking about). So I took her for a walk alone last night and tonight, and then, I just grabbed her and flopped onto the floor like Tunch, hugged her, and talked to her for about 15 minutes. Told her I loved her, that nothing was going to change, that we just had a new member of the family, but she was still the sweetest, etc.
And apparently it worked, because she is sitting on my lap right now as I type this, and she wouldn’t come near me since Boss got here before now.
So I got that going for me.