Day 2 of Meeting 2 still requires pet separation in the Animal Kingdom, I’m afraid. Can’t really let the two share the same pawspace because Hugh STALKS Gigi, advancing towards her with a glint of malice in his fully dilated pupils, his back fur vertical like a feline mohawk.
Poor Gigi, she just can’t get any peace.
They don’t have to be fast friends, Hugh just needs to leave her alone. Instead, he seeks her out and she runs, but last night Hugh chased her into a corner of the room behind my bed and Gigi was trapped. She’s too big to squeeze underneath the bed, so I had to make an escape route for her by sliding open the closet door that runs along one wall of the bedroom and she wriggled her way past the storage boxes to emerge at my end and sprint out the door.
Hugh’s this Jekyll and Hyde character when it comes to situations involving dogs and small children. This is his Dr. Jekyll:
Very relaxed, very mellow. Can he be any more laidback?
This is Hugh’s idea of GOOD BEHAVIOUR with Gigi, i.e., watching her from a distance as she whines about getting locked out of her room and glances furtively over at Hugh in case he’s started slinking over her way.
When it comes to kids and dogs Hugh turns into Mr. Hyde, but I have yet to capture his Mr. Hyde character as I’m too busy trying to keep him from eating Gigi for breakfast. At one point they were about two metres apart, Gigi wagging her tail and Hugh tense and rigid, snorting mad with his back arched. It resembled a Wild West Showdown, and three of us watched with bated breath for something to happen. Then someone started to whistle the tune to “The Good, Bad, and the Ugly” and I closed the door between them!
This afternoon, I took turns letting each roam around the apartment, but never at the same time. I also have to put their bowls on the counter because they won’t stop eating each other’s food. The last thing I need is for BOTH pets to be vomiting.