|You can't hurry love
||[Dec. 20th, 2013|10:52 am]
No one can resist this sweet little face: |
And no one can resist *this* sweet little face:
And yet, the two of them are resisting each other mightily. The black dog is my Shasta. The curly little mop is my mother-in-law, Pat's dog Koshi. And so far their interactions have consisted primarily of growling at each other with the occasional barking and snapping bout.
We were really hoping they were going to be good little buddies for each other. But they are like two boxers in their corners, Shasta curled up next to me, Koshi curled up with Pat. They ignore each other until one of us gets up. Then there is posturing and raised hackles. They are, however, so little, that the two of us and Ferrett can only giggle at their antics.
But if we take them for a walk? They're just fine. Shasta is a good walker, game for 5 miles without tiring in the least. Koshi isn't used to that kind of exercise, so I can't take them for a long enough walk to wear them both out. But they do great as long as they are on the leashes.
I'm hoping that by next week they might consider playing with each other.