It seem's so strange. We wanted to go out, but we weren't quite sure what to do with Gracie. She seems so content in the backyard so, we left her outside, and went to dinner. We came back a couple of hours later, and she was just lying there quietly in the grass, listening to, probably us sneaking up the driveway, something. There is something about being left alone in the house that panics her. Maybe it's just that she hasn't lived in one, although she has perfect manners in the house.
She has been going into the office since her panic in the house. It's hard to know what her past, or any rescue dog's past is. We just guess by the way they act.
|Running the fields.|
Max was happy to see Zeetie, and Zeetie was thrilled to see him.
As known, mayhem ensued. Zeetie being the b*tch that she is, and Gracie not spayed, Zeetie ignored Gracie for a little while, eyeballing her from under her eyelids. We let them outside, and then Zeetie snapped. Gracie defended herself, and rightly so. By my best guess, if it had been Gracie's choice, they would have played. Now, the stage has been set so we have to keep them separate. Gracie will be spayed tomorrow.
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