Fran’s brother lives in a really big city in Texas. He called one day and said he was going to be on vacation the next week and wanted to come and visit. Of course, Fran said, “Sure, we can go fishing!” What else would they do except swap old “war stories when they were kids!”
I immediately started to worry about Maggie our little puppy. So like Fran you never worry about things that have not happened yet. I guess you live longer when you have that attitude. The reason I was doing the worrying thing was his brother was going to bring his dog with him. I was afraid Maggie would eat her up. She had never been around other dogs since we had had her, but barked at them ferociously. She also hid behind Fran’s arm when she did that.
The first hour they were together they were exactly as I had feared and expected a week of terror on my part and Maggie’s. After that hour they weren’t exactly friends, but they had made a truce. Bandit tolerated Maggie’s puppy ways and Maggie pretty much let Bandit sleep when she wanted too. Bandit is much older than Maggie. Once in a while Maggie wanted to play with Bandit in her wild ways and Bandit would snap at her. Maggie would look hurt, but resumed her jumping and running and chasing her rope and toys, which Bandit completely ignored with her little nose in the air. These days were pretty much were routine with no problems even when the brothers left me alone with the two dogs.
One evening Fran broke the rule because his brother was going home the next morning. He gave each cousin a little ice cream in their each little bowl. As you can see, there was little room between the two, no growling, and Maggie was completely gracious to her guest side by side for dessert that last evening.
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