We got a lab puppy, and named him Moose, because he might as well be one. Our 13 year old boy, Winston, is obviously getting up there, but heās in GREAT shape. Even the vet is like, āDid you do some kind of magic? For all intents and purposes, heās six.ā
What a great time to get a puppy! He can teach the next generation how to be a good boy. His legacy will live on. We are so, so smart.
However, he believes that I brought Deceit Incarnate into our home instead of a goofy moose.
They are still separated, Moose has his own area still, 5 weeks later, where they can see each other if Winston chooses, only meeting each other here and there on leash or opposite sides of gates/fences.
Sometimes Winston graces Moose with his presence. A little nose bump here, a little wag there, a spinning playful attempt to act cool, all followed by a vocal harumph and growl where he seems to swear that the puppy breathed on him and he shall now be leaving the vicinity to cleanse his soul.
When we walk them or take them in the yard on leash, Moose sits intently, waiting for Winston to acknowledge him, sometimes with a smol bark or whine, hoping his fan girling will pay off and he will get a sniff of Winston. Meanwhile, Winston looks around, sniffing the air, completely aloof as if to say, āDid anyone hear anything? I thought I heard something, but I guess it was just the wind.ā
Winston is a loose canon sometimes, by the way. Heās a scrappy 50lb mutt who moves like a Fae King of fairy tales, and had times in his youth, many moons ago, where he surprised us with his choice to tackle and take down what he viewed as a threat to his family. The threat was his best dog friend, who was as unfortunately a bulldog that ended up on its back rolling around like a turtle that couldnāt get up just because he looked at Winstonās kid. Another time it was an unsuspecting door dash driver that tried to hand my teenager a drink they forgot to deliver, and Winston chased him off to his car, jumping and nipping at his elbow.
My favorite was my teenagerās dad (my ex) that Winston jumped over an apartment balcony (first floor), and chased through the parking lot as my ex screamed like a little girl.
Winston is wonderful, but Iām terrified to let them off leash in the off chance that Winston will decide the puppy is actually the devil that he needs to deal with now that there are no restrictions, especially since he hardly ever pays any attention to the fact that we brought a new pups into our house.
Any advice?