My cousin Carrie, who is more of a sister to me, came to visit from Germany with her son Owen while her hubby, was in military training in Texas. The last time I saw Owen, he was a peanut in a tiny dragon costume just getting his walking shoes on. Now, three years old, he’s turned into a moving machine; an actual human being with his own opinions, likes, dislikes and most importantly, he speaks. He’s so adorable. He’s my little man.
Before their arrival, Carrie told me that Owen was afraid of dogs. And not just a slight fear. He had more of a “pick me up, pick me up” panic fear of dogs, which could have put a chink in the plans of her visit because of course, I have TWO dogs. I knew that Georgia and Pippin could easily cause panic in him because they’re tall enough to be face to face with him, are black so their features could be hard to distinguish and they have hairy eyebrows, beards and moustaches making their features even less distinguishable. On the other side of things was the fact that Georgia and Pippin have never really had close encounters with little, squealing children so I needed to take extra precautions that they too would be okay. Georgia has always been admirably mother-like with all the puppies and kittens I’ve fostered in the past and Pippin, well, Pippin is so fly by the seat of his pants I didn’t think he’d have a problem. Still, better to be safe than sorry.
We agreed to have Owen meet the kids outside at my Dad’s house because his yard is large enough to provide a lot of distance for him while allowing him the ability to watch them play from the safety of the screened in porch. It wasn’t long before his tentative watching turned to curiosity and was fine with being carried around the yard with the dogs in tow. We knew things would go smoothly once he asked to throw the ball to the dogs while standing on his own two feet. Soon thereafter he was able to request “sit”, “down”, “no jumping” and I have to say, I was pretty proud of all three of them.
While Owen didn’t completely get over his unease when the kids came barreling in the house after going to the bathroom or when they barked at the goings on outside, he never really lost his comp0sure and for a three year old, that’s pretty darn good. And Georgia and Pippin did just as well. When Owen squealed, Georgia barked but never showed stress, aggression or any other adverse behavior. And she mostly directed her barks at me, as if to tell me that Owen was in need of something. Mother instincts? I’d say yes. Pippin allowed Owen to pull his hair, and even lean on his back. But that’s not a surprise to me. He’s one of the greatest dogs ever. Even the cats excelled with Owen.
I could take pictures of him every day, all day. He’s got such a beautiful face and great expressions. The camera, like everyone else who comes in contact with him, loves him.
Carrie, Andrea, Auntie C and Paul, the link to the full gallery will be emailed shortly. Hope you enjoy the images.