It has been a while since I have written a blog. I apologize. We got Huey and Taffey on Friday, May 4. On Sunday the 6th, my dad died, and the following week was more than hectic--sister coming in from California, arrangements, going back home for the burial, etc. We had to leave the babies for a whole day, which was NOT easy. Our neighbor, a great lady, spent most of the day with them, and they have really come to love her. She comes over almost daily to the fence that divides our yards and lifts each guy up to hug and kiss them. She has three Miniature Schnauzers. The oldest, a male named Bruno, comes to the fence and sits there, watching our boys wrestle and play. I usually take them to the fence and let them sniff each other's noses. That satisfies everyone concerned.
The boys have done remarkably well. We're still having an accident now and then but, for the most part, they are doing their business outside. The neighbor loaned us a large playpen, which gives them plenty of room while I'm doing things around the yard that require my full attention. They have gotten accustomed to it, and don't mind it a bit. That also helps me to monitor their stick-eating!
After the first night there has been no crying. We decided to put them in the same crate until they are a little older, and I think that has helped. They sleep lots--their favorite activity after eating, wrestling, and stick-eating--and their favorite spots outside the crate are the brick hearth (Huey) and under my chair in the kitchen, on the cool tile (Taffy). Sometimes they snuggle together, but mostly in their favorite spots.
Huey has raised his leg three times when he pees, but hasn't done it consistently. It is such a hoot to see that little leg lift. The first time I almost fell off the deck laughing. He looked at me like I had lost my mind.
So far there is no dominance issues, but I am sure there will be at some point. They seem equally matched in their wrestling bouts.
Here are a couple of pictures. I will try to do better with the blogs. The first time I let them out in the back lawn, they went directly to Stinky Wink's grave and stood there. My wife said, "Good Lord, it's like they know!" It's probably simpler than that, but I'd like to think she's right. They have never walked on it, and when they go past or around it, they stop for a second or two and look at the little Crogi statue. And I am pretty sure there have been a few times that they have felt the nudge from that unseen nose of their big brother.