Meet Charles, my friend Rebecca’s Brussels griffon.
Rebecca is going into the hospital soon for spinal fusion surgery. I promised to take care of Charles for the three weeks during and post-op, so last night we had a trial sleepover.
It didn’t go so well.
Charles was distraught at being left with a strange human and a hostile dog, a.k.a. the normally shy Frankie. Here’s the sad part: When he was first rescued, Frankie spent many a night huddled up with Charles at Rebecca’s house; they protected each other from the predations of the other larger, more hyper dogs. Now that he’s the king of my roost, he apparently has no time for old pals.
Et tu, Frankie?
So… after Rebecca left for the evening, Charles began pacing — click, click, click go the toenails on my wood floor — in distress. Whenever he tried to approach our bed to get some comfort, Frankie growled at him.
I tried putting Charles and his bed in another part of the house. He began howling and, occasionally, butting his head against the door. I got up and brought Charles back to “our” part of the house. Frankie growled, Charles clicked away… you get the picture.
It only got worse the next morning. Tired of growling at Charles, who didn’t respond, Frankie decided to show him who’s boss in another way.
Here’s Charles, minding his own business:
Here’s Frankie, scoping out the scene:
Who me? Up to no good?
Frankie, that is sooooo tacky! Not to mention inhospitable.
You can see why Charles is hiding under the table in the first picture.
I know just how he feels.