We have a little visitor at our house, my sister-in-law’s Beagle, Luna.
Luna is somewhere between Sam’s age (3) and Molly’s age (4), and they have always gotten along well together. We’ve watched her for an afternoon or an evening here and there, but never overnight. Now she is with us for two weeks while her human family takes a trip South.
My husband would tell you that I’m something of an overprotective dog mother. I would tell him that I have been raising children to a total age of 46, which is older than I am myself, and they have all survived thus far very well under my quasi-neurotic watchitude.
He thinks it’s extreme that I closed the rear windows on the way to the dog park when Luna jumped into the backseat. Let’s not talk about what he said, or how he laughed, when I closed the sun roof, too.
Earlier this evening there was a big thunderstorm. Molly headed for the boys’ room on the third floor, her “high ground” for all noise-making activities (including fireworks), and Luna went with her. I don’t know if she was actually frightened, or just along for the journey.
Luna is a very serious girl. She only joys up at the end of the day, when she gets her bedtime snack of three baby carrots. She rose on her back legs when she saw The Princess holding them this evening.
This will be her third night with us, and if her pattern holds true, sometime later this evening she will silently leap onto our bed, find a little spot between us and sleep through the night. Let’s just say that’s not something that 95-pound Molly and 130-pound Sam are allowed to do. She settled next to my hip the first night. When I reached down to pet her in the middle of the night, she wasn’t there! Then I heard a gentle snort and realized she had wiggled up to the top of the bed, where her little head was between our pillows.
I don’t think we will become a three dog family anytime soon, but we are enjoying our little visitor.