Tuesdays With Tag - Flyin' Fur Avoided...

Brynwood Needleworks - Carly, Bella and Taggart

  Hi, Everybody!

I know you're dyin' to get up to speed about the canine situation since last Thursday when Dad got home with The Kid. If you're friends with Mom on FaceBook, you know that it got a little hairy around here for a little while.

When Dad and Carly came in the back door, Bella went all postal. She didn't start any fights, but she could have if Mom hadn't been payin' attention. Boo started growlin' and all the hair went up on her back. See, Carly knew she was home and she remembered everybody, but Carly didn't smell like Bella's kid anymore, and her mom didn't want some interloper just runnin' around in our house. Bella was ready (and willin') to kick some serious butt. In no time at all, everybody was in their own kennel, and Mom and Dad were standin' and scratchin' their heads. Now what?

Every time Bella and Carly were in close proximity, The Mama went all Kujo. Carly would drop down to the floor, roll over, and try to remind Bella who she was. It wasn't workin'. Bella didn't want to have anythin' to do with her. Period.

 

It was like this for a couple of days. No way all three of us could be out of our crates at the same time without worryin' that there was gonna be a fight. Mom and Dad went to bed on Friday night, still boggled as to how to fix this problem.

Brynwood Needleworks - Settin' The Ground Rules

  

For as long as she can remember, Mom has been an overnight" problem solver. She'll go to bed with an issue on her mind, and wake up with a (possible) solution. Our current dilemma was no exception. She got up on Saturday mornin' and had a proposal for Dad.

"How about we put all three dogs on leashes and take them for a long walk together?" 

Dad agreed. I mean, what did we have to lose?

So, we all went for a long walk. On our way back home, Dad released Bella to run and stretch out a bit. Carly and I stayed on leash and just behaved all the way home.

Once we were back in the house, Mom put me in my kennel, and then she and Dad let Bella and Carly check each other out again (while the girls were both still on leashes). There were some low-level rumblin's from the mama, but nothin' like before, and every time it started, either Mom or Dad told her to stop. After a little while, the leashes came off...and from then on, everythin' was fine.

Next thing you know, Bella was on the floor, upside-down, invitin' Carly to play with her. Now, they sleep together on the sofa or bed, and everythin' is back to normal again.

Brynwood Needleworks - She's Settlin' In

All I can say is, "Whew! It's about time!" Havin' two girls bein' snarky with each other is exhaustin'! I mean, a poor guy doesn't even stand a chance when the ladies are on the warpath. It's best to just stay out of the way. I'm glad that we're all singin' Kumbaya and holdin' paws again. I can walk through the house without havin' to look over my shoulder. 

Life is good again at the farmhouse. It's like a regular Love Fest. Mom's love their daughters. Corgis love everybody - and treats. Especially treats. Are there any treats for this? I'm sure there should be treats.

 I'll see you again in seven. 'til then..."Corgi On, Corgi Strong!"