Jonathan and I had granddogs long before grandchildren, so we’ve had lots of practice negotiating diverse “parenting” styles and occasionally volatile chemistry amongst our adored furry family members.
Oscar is spending a week at Grandma’s. I had three dogs for so long, it’s nice to make a trio again, but the dynamic of three is quite different from two.
I always thought my Clara was the clear alpha dog over all. In her quiet way, she always seems to end up with the prized chew toy, and no dog ever crosses her. I had no doubt that Oscar would fit back into the usual pecking order. However, this photo from tonight tells a different story. Look at all the room Oscar has, and poor Kate is half on, half off the other dog bed, which Clara is graciously sharing. Maybe my two old ladies just can’t be bothered to do any posturing at their age. Let the little whippersnapper have his kingdom.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 97: 162 words, TOTAL = 16,374; 43,626 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.