Tail Wagger

The men went elk hunting over the weekend so I'm puppy sitting for my dad. " Dozer " is 5 months old  now and outweighs both of my canine old farts.  He thinks he's a 60 pound lap dog.  He's got boundless energy, and runs circles around my retired ranch dogs...who spend most of their days taking long  naps.

"Doesn't anyone want to play today?"

He's learning to be an obedient dog, and he's smart as a lick.  However, he still has his moments of what we call "hooliganism".  These little slip-ups in behavior result in impulsiveness, and sudden urges to chase things.

As a result, we did not see Miss Kitty for a few days.  It turns out, she's taken up temporary residence in the safety of the old calf table...of all places.

She looks like she's living in a taco. Having walls of steel between her and the puppy seem to give her some peace of mind.

"Can't we all just get along?" -Dozer

After 5 days, it appears as though the animals are finally making peace with one another...or they're just so worn out by Dozer that they've thrown in the towel.  Either way, they all seem to be co-existing and that's a step in the right direction.