This is Quincy. Here's what you need to know about him: 12ish years young tripod Chessie. Yes, he's adorable - in that stinky breath'd old geezer sort of way. He's pretty much a breeze to dog sit except for a teensy issue: he doesn't share well. And we're dog sitting him for 3 weeks.
|M-O-M, why doesn't he want to play with me?|
Fortunately for Quincy, my three are being exceedingly respectful. Maggie's told him what's what a few times but has been more tolerant than I would have ever expected. For her to ignore a dog who is snarling in her general direction is huge progress! Sadie plays the peacemaker, continuously trying to make friends with Q. She can't comprehend why he doesn't want one of her famous tongue baths. Hurley ignores him, whining and pouting about his sad lot in life. Q enforces a strict no-fun policy in his presence - no wrestling, no chasing, no fetch, no toys, no fun.
Quincy's starting to chill out halfway through his stay with us. He's much better with the girls but still struggles to allow Hurley close to me. Hurley gives Q the widest possible berth. He won't look at him, won't play with the girls when Q's around, squeezes himself as close to the wall and as far away from Q as possible, has given up his regular spot at my feet and, due to all of the above, has been perfecting his pouty face.
|Why doesn't he like me, M-O-M??|
Poor Hurley, right? Actually, I'm glad he's having this experience. The girls let him get away with murder. Seriously, he continues to murder my tomato plants! Why don't they stop him?? Sorry...got sidetracked.
Hurley's learning a lot of things by being around Q. Tolerance. Patience. Respecting one's elders. Letting bossy dogs be bossy without getting all upset about it. All good life lessons.