The Baxter Boos is the only sane one in the house these days. Mr. Neutered is oblivious to Elsie's condition and completely puzzled by Ridge's sudden interest in humping everything in sight.
He's not quite sure what all the commotion is about. He does, however, miss Elsie.
Baxter and Elsie hang out together almost all the time. Indoors or out, they're buds: They play; they romp; they chase each other; they tease; they nestle down together; they use each other as pillows; they sometimes share a crate; they play tug-o-war; they race; they chew on different ends of the same bone; they get into mischief together.
They're pals. And now that Elsie has to be crated more often, Baxter seems lost.
I can't just let Elsie romp with Baxter all day outside because of the possibility of stray dogs finding her in heat. So she needs to stay indoors. But I can't just let her roam indoors because Ridge goes wild if she does. So (with the exception of exercise times) she and Ridge stay crated, and will, until this heat thing passes. I hate to do it, but it's for her good and Ridge's sanity.
Boos (our affectionate nickname for Baxter) hangs out by himself now. Well, he hangs out with me but it's not the same. He seems to miss the Elsie Squirt.
I don't blame him. They've been buds since she arrived as an eight-week-old.
Oh well, this too shall pass. Only another eight or ten days to go. :o) I just wish I could explain it to Baxter.
'Til next time,
Joan
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