We’ve been lied to again. This is not an 18-month-old dog.
We’re guessing she’s somewhere past half a year old to a year old. She has learned her name, but is struggling with “sit.” “Come” is pretty hit and miss. Really, she is still learning how to learn.
Meanwhile, she is a dynamo of puppy energy! We hear the pitter-pet of terrier paws running the length of the house, from the back deck to the front room, where poor eleven-year-old Edie is slumbering, but has learned to lift her Labrador head as Nora body slams into her shoulder and neck. Edie never complains, and you get the sense she is like an indulgent mother, happy her little one is close. A few times she has delivered warning growls, especially after Edie claimed some toy she fancied and Nora challenged her. But generally she seems completely accepting. She will follow Nora outside, so she isn’t avoiding her (often). Infrequently she goes to her crate to lie down and perhaps catch some uninterrupted Z’s.
The cats, however, are another matter. After the Roxy traumas, they refuse to go up to the bedroom any more. In the evening, we open the door from the stairs down to the garage so they can come up, and they explore the middle floor, but still associate the top floor with that stalking Anatolian Shepherd (bless her sweet heart, we hope she has found a home).
Nora began by growling at the cats, which sent them scattering. Even though they are the same size, and appear even bigger, with all their fur. We keep gently chastising Nora for growling, and increasingly her animosity is subsiding to a wary curiosity. She approaches sniffing, the cats hold their ground and bolt, Nora gives brief chase. We call it progress.
Mostly, she’s pretty cute. Especially when body-slamming Edie, like a checking hockey player. After ramming Edie she will push and snuggle, curling in hard to find her comfort spot, even knocking Edie slightly off balance. Then they curl up and sleep.
Last week Nora was playing with something outside on the deck, then suddenly she began dancing. I went outside to check out what had happened, and found a bee crawling along a deck beam. I shooed Nora away from the bee, and later we noticed she had a little bump on her lip. So she has learned about bees. The thing is, she never emitted a peep, even though it must have hurt.
The SPCA described it as “general fear,” and she is a fearful little dog, but is growing in confidence around our house. She certainly has the run of the place! And we are pretty happy that they get along so well.