It’s Monday. Again. What an easy time we all had getting up this morning because of the time change, well, not the time change, but the clock change. The roosters did not get the memo and were crowing at 4:30. Baylee and I were the only humans home because Sammy and Max stayed at Tyler and Deaven’s this weekend to watch the pups because the two lovebirds had a work function. The newbs have been cleared by the vet to meet other dogs, so Baylee and I decided to drive to the beach this morning to allow Gisele, who is nine (and Tyler’s dog) to meet her new niece and nephew.
The sun was extra bright today in contrast to the past two cloudy days, and the air was almost warm. When we rolled up to Tyler’s condo, Max was outside with both pups on a leash. Instantly, Gisele’s hair raised, ears perked, and her deep rolling growl found its way to our ears.
“Oh, gosh,” I said to Baylee. He looked uneasy.
Tyler and Deaven appeared, and we parked, got out, and Gisele pulled me to find her human and to see what the heck the two little strange dogs were doing next to him.
After some deep breathing so they would mirror our calm and lots of holding them back just enough so they could sniff each other’s parts, we got them to not kill each other, and went upstairs to the condo. I’m so proud of Gisele’s maturity.
The new friends sat around with only a few lip snarls. Maxine, the female shepherd, looked at Gisele like she was a queen. She tilted her head but hid from her while she stared. By the end of the visit, Maxine felt more comfortable with the giant empress, and took Gisele’s Marvel leash in her mouth and gave her the occasional tug. Gisele froze a little, then realized the youngin was just learning social skills, and remained patient with the cutie.
Belichick (on the other hand) presented as a typical male shepherd no matter how small he is and growled and yipped at Gisele especially when he was near Tye, which is always. After some chill hanging out and lots of encouragement, they all got along, and will be close friends soon.
My dogs have never been the most open to meeting new pups. They are better with young ones than with older canines, but either way, they don’t like it. Shepherds, in general, are territorial with their people, so it was wonderful to watch them meet their auntie, and at least half-hail to the queen.