No, I'm not snarfin' down Scoobie Snax. I picked up the neighbour's dog for the afternoon (Zoe, a.k.a. Moose, Moosorella, Stinkorella, Moosie, Zo-Zo, Sweet Thing, etc.). Zoe and Hannah get on great, but Zoe is 8 or 9, and Walter is 7 months. Zoe starts to get reluctant about coming to the house around 30m down the sidewalk. Then she balks at Walter's licky-licky-wiggle-happy-licky-happy-licky greeting. He's so high on life that he has no clue why the old bitch snaps at him, and then goes to sulk in the corner by the foot of the stairs.
I threw some squeaky toys in the mix to see if they would help Zoe bond with the Waller, but no luck. She looked at him with an expression that clearly said, "Curses, you meddling kid!" I was prompted to write this post when she turned to me and (transcending language) said, "What did I do to you to deserve this?"
Poor girl. I guess she just can't keep up with the young pup. :)
note to self don't let girlfriend read this