Abraham is our new fur friend. He’s a 2 1/2-year-old Weimaraner puppy. He needs a home, and we want a Weimaraner so it seems like a good fit. Even Keegan appears to like him, or at least tolerate him. He’s a lanky but macho 76-pound teenager–all legs and knees and floppy ears. He has two modes–high speed play and complete and utter relaxation. We love him.
He came for the whole day yesterday to visit. Keegan immediately laid down on his blanket and took his bone, and Abe let her. So she remains the undisputed queen of the realm. They did fight a bit. It sounded and looked pretty ferocious, but their ears were forward and their tails were wagging the whole time.
The wise and bearded one installed a doggy door in the basement. We’re hoping that a companion dog will ease Keegan’s separation anxiety so that we will not have to keep her crated all day long when we’re at work. We want to fence off an area in the basement with access to the back yard so they can hang out all day long. We have plans to beef up the fencing all around the back yard so that they won’t be able to take off after the neighborhood cats and squirrels.
If all goes as planned, Abe will move in with us at the end of the month when I am on spring break and can be home to monitor the two of them for a few days. Come by and meet Abe if you’re in town.