15 August 2010
hes got my place.
my bestest smile
if i snuggle really close she wont leave me
today my dad and sis picked some little people up (niece and nephew) from stone henge, half way mark between brothers house and ours. he took the car so we were left with his vw van, also a little dog.
seriously fluffy archie, rosies son would rival woody allen in anxiety stakes. as soon as he was dropped off, he paced the room for a bit. a little later he was heard sitting at the front door pine-ing. he displays alot of anxiety sufferers behaviour. the remedy, lots of comforting cuddles. he seems to be on alert most of the time. rosie seemed cheesed off with another dog getting the attention, one time she even gave him a disapproval growl, which she got told of for. archie would snuggle up, whilst rosie was on her usual place, my lap, then he would bouff he out of the way to top stop. she would just stare at him, and me with sulky eyes. he needs constant reassurance, which is tiring, yet you cant help but feel for him. hes gone home now, yet rosie still looks at me with disdain, traitor i hear her say. will take a few more hours before she forgives me.