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Oct. 24th, 2013 07:22 amThese dogs crack my shit up.
Holstein is going on four years old, and Longhorn is ten months. In times of great strain -- thunderstorms, late night television -- they will admit they like each other and curl up under a blanket together on the sofa. The rest of the time, Longhorn desperately wants to play with his big brother and Holstein wants him to die horribly.
It doesn't help that Holstein is Not A Morning Dog. He hates mornings. When forced to emerge from his crate, he will sit on his fleecy pet pad in the dining room and sulk like the world's most sullen emo teenager, while Longhorn spends the morning unpacking every single toy they own from the toy bin in the corner and barking at imaginary monsters. (He also barks at things that are Not Where They Should Be, like if a trash can outside has been moved. Longhorn has a very firm sense of how the world should be.)
Holstein is especially sullen this morning since Mum is missing. He is curled up in his bed with one of her slippers, and he's not giving it up any time soon. He is tolerating Longhorn's presence and attempts to lure him into playtime, I suspect only because he knows if he kills Longhorn while Mum's not around she'll be mad.
Mum's apparently doing well this morning, which is a relief; we're going over there in a bit to visit. I didn't sleep especially well last night, but at least I got some time unconscious, which after yesterday was a relief.
Holstein is going on four years old, and Longhorn is ten months. In times of great strain -- thunderstorms, late night television -- they will admit they like each other and curl up under a blanket together on the sofa. The rest of the time, Longhorn desperately wants to play with his big brother and Holstein wants him to die horribly.
It doesn't help that Holstein is Not A Morning Dog. He hates mornings. When forced to emerge from his crate, he will sit on his fleecy pet pad in the dining room and sulk like the world's most sullen emo teenager, while Longhorn spends the morning unpacking every single toy they own from the toy bin in the corner and barking at imaginary monsters. (He also barks at things that are Not Where They Should Be, like if a trash can outside has been moved. Longhorn has a very firm sense of how the world should be.)
Holstein is especially sullen this morning since Mum is missing. He is curled up in his bed with one of her slippers, and he's not giving it up any time soon. He is tolerating Longhorn's presence and attempts to lure him into playtime, I suspect only because he knows if he kills Longhorn while Mum's not around she'll be mad.
Mum's apparently doing well this morning, which is a relief; we're going over there in a bit to visit. I didn't sleep especially well last night, but at least I got some time unconscious, which after yesterday was a relief.
