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| Gracie and Sarge playing |
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| Not sure, but I think Gracie is trying to herd Coal |
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| Just got to love those ears! |
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| Sarge giving Gracie what for |
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| I'm getting wet here, Aunt Linda |
When I asked Carol, Coal's mom, where he would sleep, she said on the floor next to my bed. His first night in the house he slept in the kitchen, mainly because my deranged obsessive compulsive princess diva Aussie wouldn't let him venture out of that room. Gracie stood, sat, or laid watch in the living room. I let that one slide because Coal seemed comfortable where he was at: posted in front of the 3 kitchen windows so he could watch for his mom.
Second night, Coal paces the house. He wanted out, he wanted in, he cried, he whined. Lots of hugs going on here, letting him know yes, he is wanted, and yes, mom will return. Finally all 3 settled down: Coal was in the hallway, Gracie on the bed with me, Sarge chewing his nails in his corner between the dresser and the nightstand in my bedroom. I woke up around midnight, and I have 130 pounds of black fur, snoring, in the middle of my king size bed. Gracie is on the pillows next to my head, Sarge is still in his corner.
And this was where we stayed for the remainder of the night. At one point Gracie let me know she had to go out, so I got up, let her out and in, and came back to bed. Coal had not moved. Gracie jumped up on the bed but hesitated to step over the large black dog in the middle. Wise choice, missy. Very wise choice. She jumped down, walked around the bed, and came back up on the opposite side. I had a hard time going to sleep after that because I was quietly laughing into my pillow.
So I'm wondering if I have spoiled Coal a tad too much. Is Carol going to yell at me? Just because I let him sleep in bed, just because I give him a half cup of cottage cheese with every bowl of dog food so he'll eat?
Her problem. He has been a great house guest. And now he loves Aunt Linda.
Linda
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