So.
Rita went back to the breeder we bought her from. She was not a
happy dog with us, she was nervous as hell, barked at anyone who came
to the front door or entered the house and would not settle at all.
Did not like going in the car and ran off when I took her for a walk
with Reggie. It took 45 minutes and a high speed Reg to find her in
the woods above the lake. Not happy.
Fortunately
the breeder was happy to take her back (she was almost two years old
and had never really been intended to be sold in the first place.)
In her place we took one of the puppies the breeder had. There were
eight puppies which were the result of a mating between a Golden
Retriever and a Standard Poodle. He is jet black and a real bundle
of energy.
Reggie
is made up. A happy dog once more and despite the fact that he is
still officially a puppy, Reggie has taken the little one under his
wing. The pair are inseparable – despite the fact that occasionally
Reggie wants to have a sleep. Not to be if the little one – who we
have named Ted – wants to play.
When
we brought him home yesterday the two of them got on very well
together. Not too surprising as Ted had come from a litter of eight
pups. Reggie was happy from the word go.
The
first night we put them together on the landing at the top of the
stairs and put a child proof wooden gate in place to stop the little
on from falling down stairs. 6.45am the following morning they woke
me with Teds’ whinging. No mess on the landing or in the bathroom
where they both had access to and apart from a little disruption of
their beds nothing untoward. Great!
Last
night we did the same thing. Put down their beds, laid out puppy
paper for Ted to poo on and put the gate in place.
Awakened
by Ted whinging this morning at 7.15am – an improvement. Puppy
paper was ripped up, beds all over the place and the child proof gate
pulled down. Both of the little so and sos were romping up and down
stairs full of the joys of spring and happy to see me. I went in the
kitchen to find five small piles of poop and one a puddle of pee.
Should I be angry or happy that the little sod had found the kitchen?
Obviously at the moment he has decided that is the toilet. So far
this morning he has done a pile on two occasions, or attempted to do
two. Caught in the act and shown the back door. Some success.
I
put the gate in place at the foot of the stairs just now to come out
of the way and type this up. Ted and Reggie have just appeared.
Seems like he has more brains than a kid.
It
is great to see Reggie happy again. He has taken the little one
under his wing, plays with him and runs around the garden with him.
Incredible to see lthe development of Ted in such a short time, and
also to see how Reggie allows the little one to bite his legs, dry
hump him and run around like a loon. I feel that his is a
partnership which will only grow in the future. Into a really good
firm friendship.
Time
will tell.
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