Last Updated on: 12th May 2013, 11:20 am
So, Trixie and Tansy met for the first time last weekend. I thought it was going to be this weekend, but it turned out to be last weekend. Hmm…I’m not sure how to describe their meeting. Tansy was thrilled to death and was her party animal self. Trixie, on the other hand, kept changing her mind. First she was neutral. Then she decided she was good with her as long as there was a perimeter. But when Tansy greeted Brad, Trix was none too pleased. She walked up next to her, and I swear I saw her mouth against Tansy’s neck. So…I brought Tansy over. No need for any kind of fight to break out.
Then Tansy and another dog ended up tied to stakes and Trix was loose. She took great pleasure in that, seeming to tease the other dogs. And, this way, I could say hello to Trix, since Tansy wasn’t right next to me, and Trix wasn’t feeling like she had to keep that perimeter.
Eventually we got a picture of the two dogs, one on each side of me. Here it is. It was kind of spooky how alike they looked. In fact, Brad tried to play a trick on me, saying I had taken the wrong dog to the car when I went to leave, and I had to start inspecting Tansy for fat lumps and other small differences.
So the dogs have met. We’ll see how meeting no. 2 goes. That’ll probably be in June.
If that picture makes the post look like suck on a stick, I apologize. WordPress, on this day, nearly completely outsmarted both Carin and a sickly, though still somewhat resourceful version of me. It was either possibly crappily positioned picture or no picture at all. Not sure what’s going on with the photo uploader since there have been no updates to it, but that was ridiculous.
But they must look a lot alike. More than one person commented to me that they were twins.
I can’t wait for Tans to meet the mouse! I think the mouse might be a little more excited by Tans than Trix was lol.
I can’t wait to watch this meeting, although as crazy as those two can be our apartment may never be the same hahaha.
I wish I could see it, too.
Hey Barb, remember Chuck the dog and, “The Mouse,” racing around reception at W. Ross?
This will be a meeting of epic proportions, of that I am sure.
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