Girl stopped by to show me her wedding band (a very sparkly strip of round diamonds in white gold), and brought Dudley to visit. I'll be doing an overnight dog sitting on her birthday. Four dogs. 95 degree weather. Oy.
Last time Sophie met Dudley, she wasn't too sure about him. This time, when Girl came in the door with Dudley, Sophie lit up like it was Christmas! Instead of being unsure of him, she greeted him with much joy, hopping, and kisses. She initiated games, and they roughhoused and romped with identical grins and lolling tongues.
I tried to get some pictures of their size difference, but they were in constant motion.
Here's a better view of the trio - 22 lb. Dudley, 10.5 lb. Sophie, and 8 lb. Murphy.
They got along very, very well, except for a skirmish over a game of rope that nearly got out of control, when play-growling suddenly started sounding sincere. I believe Dudley is correct that Sophie started it, but he's twice her size and the grownup, and he didn't act that way. Girl grabbed Dudley, I scooped up the smaller combatant, we both yelled, "HEY!" and I told them that if they can't play nice, the rope gets put up - and put it in its basket. They were all smiles and wiggles 20 seconds later. The best part - other than that 10 second skirmish, they were very relaxed and just sort of wandered around the yard ignoring each other. No drama. Whew.
This weekend I'll have these three plus the 70 lb. Lab Baby. She's the easiest of the bunch.