Puppy Tales, Part 101: New roommates

Let it never be said that Toby the Puppy cannot learn to adapt.

He is doing precisely that as I write these words. You see, he has acquired two fur-baby roomies who now share his house with him. They are Macy and Marlowe, the cats who arrived with my son the other day.

My son moved to Princeton from Amarillo, way up yonder in the Texas Panhandle. He drove the distance with Macy and Marlowe tucked away in their kennels. No problems en route, my son reported.

Then they arrived. Did trouble erupt when they encountered my puppy for the first time? Nothing serious.

Toby let them know immediately that they were in his house.

They scampered into the garage, where they hid for the first few days and nights.

But … the atmosphere is changing daily. They have made eye contact. The kitties, who actually are both very sweet and docile, have looked Toby over, checked him out. He has returned the gaze — and checked them out as well.

I had notified him in advance of their arrival. He didn’t seem overly concerned when he got the word. I trust my son informed his kitties of the change that would greet them as well once they arrived in North Texas.

All told? It’s going to be all right.

Good puppy. Good kitties.

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