My beloved Pooch is behaving like Florence Nightingpooch. I'm awed at her grace. She occasionally approaches for some personal bellyrubbing and reassuring (I explained she is the Queen of my universe and always will be, and Newgirl can be a princess if it all works out.)
Seriously, Pooch has surprised me (because she's dog-aggressive on leash). I think she's been lonely for a dog friend. When I talk to her (we have very detailed one-way conversations) about Newgirl, I swear she grasps a lot of it. I use a lot of simple terms and have said delightedly:
This is Pooch's puppy! Pooch has a puppy! Pooch has a new friend! (The latter is what I tell her every time a stranger comes to visit.) She's been a little confused but also wags her tail as those magic words. She just watches Newgirl and is peaceful.
Pooch at one time (before I adopted her) had puppies, they don't know how many litters. I felt that she carried sadness about them (it was recent as her teats were enlarged) and talked to her about that our first afternoon on the couch together. This may sound weird but I do believe in emotional communications with animals: I gently pinched her teats and said in absolute gentleness: I'm so sorry you lost your puppies. Pooch heaved a great sigh, and then relaxed. It was a powerful moment.
So, dunno exactly what will happen with these two, but they're coexisting very peacefully and Pooch seems quite careful around Newgirl's fragility. I've been emailing the foster team a few updates as Newgirl might have a respiratory problem, but it might be transient. I'll take her in for a checkup on Monday if she's not better. Otherwise, she's wagging her tail, follows me around.
She's so small and fragile (esp. with ribs sticking out) that I feel I'm living with a baby bird. She's just delicate. But very very sweet and I'm glad I fetched her.
Thanks for listening to all this!
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