Teddy arrived on Thanksgiving afternoon, and ran to greet Cricket, while Cricket ran to greet Teddy’s Mom. After that inauspicious beginning, Teddy and Cricket sniffed each other thoroughly and were so busy reacquainting themselves that Teddy almost missed his Mom’s exit. Almost. When she was barely a dot in the distance, he turned and saw her and cried out and tried to jump out of his collar to get to her. But his collar is very well made.
We pushed on with our efforts to distract Teddy, using all of the wonderful sniffies the backyard could offer, and by the time we reached our front door, Teddy knew exactly where he was. He ran up the stairs, and then stopped short in front of our neighbor’s door, where remnants of Hazel the visiting mini-Golden-Doodle-puppy’s pee wafted up to his nose. It took a while to get his attention back, but then he followed Cricket into our apartment, did a reconnaissance trip through every room, and satisfied himself that things were pretty much as they should be.
Teddy adapted much more quickly on this visit, crying only one or two little mews while sniffing under the front door for signs of his Mom, before settling onto my lap to watch the rest of the National Dog Show on TV. I had hopes that Cricket and Teddy would chime in with some dog recommendations for me as we watched, but they kept their opinions to themselves. I, on the other hand, started to swoon over a little French Bulldog, with bat ears, who looked like he could have been one of Butterfly’s long lost puppies, just without the hair.
Cricket was back in full health so she was able to jump up on the couch and let Teddy know that he would not be usurping her space. It worked out well for me, because I ended up surrounded by fluffy puppy dogs, vying for my attention. Cricket had her haircut last week, and Teddy’s hair has been growing back in, so they look closer in size now, and with Cricket back to full power they’re also acting more like equals on this visit. We all celebrated Thanksgiving together, with chicken treats (for the dogs) and chocolate cake (for the humans).
When I made a detour to sit at the computer, Teddy discovered the makeshift doggy bed we’d put together for him, to avoid the arguments over ownership of Cricket’s bed that had made Cricket so grumpy on Teddy’s last visit. The bed was made out of a cardboard box, bubble wrap, quilting supplies and a few pillow cases and thread. He knew it was his right away, and only pulled it apart three times before we figured out how to make it more durable.
Teddy has clearly been practicing his pooping-outdoors skills to get ready for this visit, and Cricket has been thoroughly impressed by his new and innovative ideas for who and what to bark at, and at which (very) early hours of the morning.
I know Teddy misses his Mom, but he’s doing well, and we’re all very glad he’s here to warm up the house in the cold weather.