So proud of Zorro: we had 12 people and six dogs--including a 12-week-old golden retriever pup--at your house in WV this weekend and Z was remarkably restrained.
I worried about potential problems all week, especially when Mom told me that Bogey, the pup, likes to hang on the other dogs' tails. But after a few growls and snarks, Bogey learned to stay out of Zorro's way. There were occasional dust-ups, but nothing serious, and for the most part, the dogs just hung out on the porch. Even walks were non-events, despite the fact that Zorro was on leash and the others weren't. (we debated letting him off-leash, suspecting he wouldn't go far from the other dogs, but Denny saw about 30 deer Saturday morning, and didn't want to risk it).
Zorro wasn't even the grumpiest dog: that honor goes to Binky, Dad's oldest golden, who has turned into a curmudgeon. Whenever a dog would get tooclose, he would emit a low, grumpy growl, like an old codger telling the damn kids to get off his lawn.
Of course, Zorro's ability to Play Well With Others has raised the question of whether we should get another dog. I told Denny he could get one when he retires. Taking care of one rambunctious BC when Denny is out of town is enough for me.
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