The Surfer has gone and got himself a puppy. I was a little bit concerned as to how Monty would react to it because she’s way past putting up with puppy shenanigans.
I think these photos pretty well describe their relationship. The two protagonists.
This is Monty when she’s pretty relaxed.
This is Clay.
Clay starts chasing Monty around the backyard. She barks at him and does her darndest to ignore him. He doesn’t care.
He’s licking his lips while he contemplates what he might do next.
He thinks that biting Monty’s fur is a pretty good thing to do. Monty, meanwhile, is still not impressed and still barking at him to leave her the heck alone.
A small truce?
He’s pretty persistent and doesn’t give up too easily. I guess he can’t figure out why she just won’t play with him.
This will carry on for a little while until he gets sick of it. I’ve been very proud of Monty for not completely losing it with him. The other day though, we think she finally nipped him on the face somewhere because he ran off yelping. He wouldn’t go near her for a while although he really wanted to. He wasn’t injured at all and he’s since forgotten that little incident and is back to his old ways.
It sure exhausts Monty and she sleeps extra well when he’s away behind closed gates.
You’re lucky that they seem to have not come to real fighting! I’ve inherited a whippet from a neighbour who died – the first month was hell with heavyweight incumbent (Jack) winning most bouts and Sion (who sees herself as the alpha female) resenting the physicality and trying to impose her will by force of character. Now that Jack has accepted that he not only comes behind the two humans in the pack but this little interloper peace has descended – except at meal times when we have to separate them.