Dashing Danes

Lots of folks have asked what Gigi thinks of the new dane boy, Diesel. They didn't even meet for the first couple of days. The thing you've got to remember about Gigi is that she's a princess, not a dog. Her Royal Highness rarely leaves her throne room except to eat. They did meet and he was friendly enough, but she had no real use for him.

Today I entreated her to come down and join us for a bit of exercise in the pasture. She didn't like the fact that he was dragging a rope everywhere he went and she mostly stuck very close to me. He was friendly and tried to engage her in play, but she would have none of it.

This is the ski rope handle I fashioned
after being unceremoniously yanked to the
ground while Diesel was romping in the
pasture. I got a nasty rope burn on my
right hand but wasn't hurt.

Fortunately, he's pretty good at entertaining himself, something he's probably learned to do in the absence of suitable playmates his size. Diesel is clearly becoming more comfortable here and he's enjoying himself when we go out. He's also fine indoors in his crate when we are gone. I suspect the report of severe separation anxiety from his prior two-day home was really just a case of trying to get back to his former home. I'm hoping that he's moving past that now and will consider this to be his home, but it does mean that a new adopter will need to be prepared for a few days of a difficult transition.

He chased Max a little bit, but later gave Max the "are you crazy?" look.

She made a rather exaggerated leap over the rope
to make the point that she doesn't care for it.