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Timey-Wimey-Doggy-Stuff

See? No worries at all about getting the whole blog schedule thing right last week. Heck, I’m even late with this particular post this week! No chance of the world imploding or anything drastic like that…

This past Saturday, I got the go-ahead from my husband to apply to adopt a new dog to round out our pack again. So I made sure the dog I’ve been feeling compelled to adopt was still available, put in my application, and talked to the woman who runs the foster group for nearly an hour and a half shortly thereafter. We’re kindred spirits, she and I, and got along famously, which was a pleasant surprise (you never know with dog people – a great many of us are good with dogs, not so much with humans, myself included). In any case, my husband and I got to meet the dog, who is just the cutest, big-headed adorable lug ever. He loved me, but it’s because I cheated and brought treats for him. The whole “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” adage tends to work for a lot of dogs too…

In any case, the next step is to introduce our current dog to him, and see if they get along. I’m not talking “instant best friends” here – that never happens (if it does, I’ve never seen it). I’ll be happy with a non-challenging tail wag or two and cool indifference after the initial “ohmygodI’mmeetingsomeonenew” energy wears out. There will be scuffles eventually if we end up adopting this guy, because there always are, even between best dog buddies (and best human buddies too). And I’ve never had two males before, so that will be interesting, but I have had two females (a Doberman and a tri-color Collie), and had to break up a fight that I’m quite sure would have landed one or the other in the doggy hospital (as it was, I’m the one who got the scar…worth it with the way they were looking at each other, trust me – we all got off easy). No, I didn’t get rid of one…I worked with them until they reached a solid truce and they mostly just tolerated each other after that (no more fighting though).

I am alpha, hear me growl. I do have a pretty mean growl that stops most any bad behavior without my having to actually lift a finger. The key to being tough is to sell it well enough that you rarely have to actually enforce it. Yet another thing that works well with humans too…

I should mention that I also had a male dog at the time. He headed straight for the back door when the girls started posturing. He always was incredibly smart.

ANYways, everything I’ve read says that male-male dog scuffles are more likely to be less severe than female-female fights, and you also have a better chance of the male dogs being able to get along afterward. Sort of the equivalent of two lawyers trying to destroy each other in the courtroom and having a beer afterward, I suppose.

Yes, I know. Anthropomorphizing all over the place in this post. But…humans are animals too, even if we are a bit smarter than the average dog (some of us, anyways). And social pack order/philosophy really does apply to humans in many situations, if you pay close enough attention. Is it really anthropomorphizing if I’m comparing humans to dogs, rather than the other way around? Hmm…

But I digress (as usual). Wednesday night, Mica-dog and I will go meet the new guy, armed with a hefty helping of treats and an optimistic attitude (and his LED leash, since it’ll be getting dark). Knowing Mica, and having met the new guy, I really don’t think we should have any huge issues. Neither dog is what I’d call truly “dominant”, both are pretty mellow when they’re in a “normal” state, and the new guy seems willing to accept leadership as well as Mica does (which is to say, with the occasional miniature-rebellious tantrum, but mostly laid-back acquiescence). I can work with that.

I mean, they could hate each other on sight, in which case it would just be over right then. But (and I hesitate to say this because it makes me sound like a religious nut), I’ve felt like this new dog is “supposed” to be a part of our lives from the day I saw his bio in a local pet shop, before we even had room for another dog. I can’t explain it, it’s just seemed inevitable that some day, somehow this dog would be ours. And that can’t happen if he and Mica hate each other, so…if it truly is “meant to be” or whatever, they won’t.

Gotta love sound, scientific logic, eh?

Stay tuned…(I mean, you want to know how this turns out, right?!)