This is Dakota, my dog cousin. We've met a few times before but we haven't been the best of friends. When I first saw her, I saw how much attention she was getting from my people, and I began to feel left out. I was determined to keep my place in the family. She stopped by my house a few times but it was always for a few hours only. When I found out that her pawrents were going to Hawaii for almost a week and that she'd have to stay with me, I went nuts.
While our humans think that we have been getting along better than we have in the past, they still aren't quite ready to put us in the same room. Good idea. We are separated by a baby gate. She gets the lower part of the house, I get the upper part. Not fair. I wanted every part of the house. Oh well...it's just 5 or 6 days right? I hope. She is quite the trickster. She knows how to jump that gate with grace, so I put a barrier between us. That doesn't stop her from trying to take over the whole house.
She arrived Sunday morning and was a bit anxious throughout the day. I couldn't bear to see my people going out of their way to comfort her, so I hid in the room and lay there in agony. Can I have my life back?!
Everyone thought it was cute that I was jealous. I call it doggy depression. I'm an only child and I like it that way. I was pretty much stand offish for the rest of the night. I lay on the couch watching Disney movies and eventually fell asleep drowning out the noise
Dakota eventually calmed down and began to enjoy the same movies I was watching, but from the other room...my room, actually.
She got to sleep on the floor in one of the rooms on the bottom part of the house, while I got to sleep in my room with the door closed. We were only one room away from one another. The closest we've been all day. This is just the first night, and all I could hear was her constant snoring throughout the night.
Monday (Day 2) we went out for a little adventure. We always go to my favorite park to take walks around the block. I love looking at the scenery. I'm not much of a dog park doggy, but the way my body is going, I'd benefit from walks much more. It was strange taking Dakota along with us. I don't know if she's ever been to a park before. All I know is that she was excited. In fact, she couldn't contain herself. I let her use my camera to take a selfie. Looks like she doesn't quite have the selfie thing down yet.
She somehow got out of her harness while we were in the car, so she had to be double-leashed. Look at her face. It was as if she had never seen a park before. It's a beautiful park, isn't it, Dakota?
Dakota is quite the sniffer. She felt the need to sniff EVERYTHING she passed by. I cut her some slack since this was her first time at the park. I never was too interested in sniffing. Is that normal? While she made several stops to smell the trees, I had to stop and wait for her every so often.
She got tired real quick
At our rest stop, we took a pic together. This is the closest we've gotten so far.
And back to our walk!
Dakota had to sniff one more thing before we left. A hydrant! What's with dogs and their fascination for hydrants?
When we got home, we were both exhausted. I think Dakota was down right pooped out. We slept for 3 hours straight. I was given the chance to venture out in my backyard unleashed. To everyone's surprise, Dakota and I were civil. We were making progress! We were in the same backyard but we still kept our distance
So poopered out
Today is day 3, and we went to the park again. The adventure was pretty much the same. Dakota went on her bouts of sniffing the same trees again
I even watched her stop to take a poo. Don't worry, we pick up.
She drank out of my water bowl
Another pic together...kind of
She has two and a half more days here.