My friend Lois and her husband stopped by yesterday on their way home from a camping trip. They had their three dogs with them. Bear has known this little pack since she was a pup, but Teddy has never really been around other dogs at all.
You can bet there was a ruckus. Bear was happy to see her “cousins” again. Teddy was growly and defensive at first, but he soon figured it out.
In other party news, it was a windy day. The patio umbrella, that I had put up wrong, blew over. The sun blasted the humans sitting on the deck. The dogs ran around and enjoyed life as dogs do. Teddy and Shoe (black and white dog, one of the all-time great dogs) growled at each other (Aussies and border collies have different herding styles) and the sweltering humans talked, glad to be together with a lot to say.
I wonder sometimes if I’m too careful about this virus thing, but then I keep coming back to the same two points. 1) Who’s going to take care of my dogs, and 2) I’m liking life right now. Then, I continue with the semi-reclusive semi-quarantining thing I’ve done since March.