I discovered last night that going from two dogs to three is a wee bit more than simply adding another body to the mix. All of a sudden, this 1800 sq. ft. house seems a whole lot smaller. There’s nothing quite like having two large Labradoodles (one of which has runny diarrhea from the stress of his long trip) wrestling in your living room, bouncing off people and furniture without a care in the world.
Judge and Bailiff seem to be getting along famously. Salem, however, has been somewhat less sanguine about the whole arrangement. The good thing is that at least Judge is chewing on Bailiff and not on Salem, which was what we were hoping for. Salem doesn’t deal well with change, so it will likely take her a few days to get used to Bailiff. Once she realizes that Bailiff is Judge’s new chew toy, I think she’ll come around. Right now, though, when all three of them get worked up, it sounds like WWIII in front of the big screen TV. It’s a lot of sound and fury signifying not much of anything, but it certainly sounds as if someone’s about to be eviscerated.
Here’s what I’m wondering, though: how long until She Who Endures My Myriad Eccentricities wants to get yet another dog??