For about the first 7 years of Dasha’s life, it was just her and me. She handled it pretty well when Don came into the picture, and enjoyed being doted on by 2 people instead of 1. She was rarely around other dogs and seemed to think of herself as one of us.
But then came Nash. Not only was he a lowly dog to be looked down upon, who somehow managed to rival her lofty position, but he was also an energetic puppy who tormented her endlessly. Granted, we tried to restrain him from completely ruining her life, but she still couldn’t stand him.
When she finally realized he was here to stay, she tried to make the best of it. She pouted, but went on about her business as well as she could. In spite of her ignoring and avoiding him, Nash actually seemed to like her, but, well, the feeling just wasn’t mutual.
But in the last few months, something has happened. Nash has hit a new level in his maturity and isn’t quite so energetic anymore. He still plays, but not incessantly. He tries to pull Dasha into his games, and one day I noticed that she actually seemed to be enjoying it. She would snarl at him and chase him down the hallway, but it would all end amicably. Then I
noticed she didn’t seem to mind him snuggling up next to her on the bed. We used to separate them when we left the house, but now if we take him downstairs, she follows us. Then one day I caught her kissing him. In a sisterly sort of way, of course.Finally, it hit me: she liked him! After 2½ years, they had become friends. Kind of like my little brother and me. Only it took us about 30 years.
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