As Ella and Louie so beautifully sang:
Its very clear, our love is here to stay
Not for a year, but forever and a day
The radio and the telephone,
And the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies
And in time may go
But, oh my dear
Our love is here to stay
Together we're going a long long way
In time the Rockies may crumble
Gibraltar may tumble
They're only made of clay
But our love is here to stay..
So "FRANC" (nobody likes Frankie but I dont' want to change it too much - actually not sure if FRANC is better) ( another blog) Franc and Quincy spent their first full week together with a wonderful dogsitter who owns the pet spa we take Quincy to. She stayed here with them and took them to her shop which does also do daycare. We got wonderful reports about how they are making their way through to ultimate brother hood.
Now that we are home for 24 hours, I agree. Quincy is still "on guard". I think there was probably a little regression once we were back so that Quincy was again showing the new guy who is boss. That settled in today, to a large degree. I was upstairs on our bed and Franc came up and put his head on my shoulder. The Quince then appeared and nudged ( okay pushed) France off my shoulder and came in for his own licks on my cheek. Yikes, all this doodle slobber, I could really do without most of the slop. But they work it out, with Franc bowing to Quincy more often than not.
We were a bit concerned with the wrestling mania that goes on. I looked through old posts here, and honestly I get the impression that Doodles like to growl and tussle. I look for a wagging tail, and so far so good. I do stop flat out humping, which they both do. If nothing else, I don't like the esthetics......
FOOD- we separated the bowls, but Quincy is still a bit dominant. When I saw poor Franc licking to beat the band at Quincy's porcelain ( and empty) bowl, we wound up giving him some more kibble to Franc and keeping Quincy at bay.
So we are well on our journey to two doodle - dom.
Franc was not abused in the sense that he was hit or not cared for physically. But I really get the sense that his prior owners just knew that the were not, and could not, meet his doggie emotional needs. Credit goes to them for realizing it and finding Frankie a good home. I know it does not always work out that way so
we are so very happy it did for Frankie, Quincy and us!
I realized how powerful rescue is from DK. I wanted to be a part. Frankie is a kind of white bread rescue, but we are still so happy that we have, seemingly, made him a happier doodle!