The three refers to the people, rather than the three canines involved. I'm pretty sure any attempt at tea drinking would have resulted in a large surprised snort, and some subsequent sneezing. They did however eye our pho and cookies quite longingly.
So back to tea. Yesterday the pups and I took a trip out to our friend's place to watch the first few episodes of the new season of Downton Abbey. I still hadn't quite forgiven them for last season's finale, but with time I decided that despite the fact that my TV husband was no longer in the show I could manage to carry on. These friends also have a dog, Yuki, who is Malcolm's long time buddy. We have a dog sitting co-op going on and watch each other's dogs when we go out of town. It's nice to have friends that you know are inviting your dogs as well as you when you come over! Plus, she has some similar leash reactivity issues as Malcolm does so it's a bit nice to be able to have someone to vent dog frustrations with - and we look pretty stylish when we walk around with our dogs in tow and treat pouches on our hips.
Rue had been over to Yuki's once before, for a New Year's Eve party. But I'm pretty sure she was just flooded with all the people and dogs (including one very zoomie black lab puppy about her age) and didn't remember any of it. We're still a little bit anxious with her housetraining when we go somewhere else, because we're not entirely sure how well she generalizes, but lucky (?) for us Rue tends to hold it in when she is anxious and we tend to have more issues getting her to go outside when we know she needs to rather than cleaning up accidents. Malcolm on the other hand has been to Yuki's countless times, and the moment he realized I was driving in her direction he started a slow, pathetic whine from the backseat of the car until he was panting exitedly as we pulled into her neighborhood. How do dogs know where they are in a car? Malcolm has the location of every dog park in the city memorized. It still amazes me - and annoys me because he can't keep his excitement to himself!
So we arrived and Rue acted as if the stairs to their door were the sure path to death as Malcolm bounded up them as if his first meal in a month was in the house. Yuki, in her style, barked ferociously at them until she had given them a thorough background check to make sure they hadn't turned to the dark side since she had last seen them. We decided to make it easy on Rue and settle down with some dog cuddles on the couch for the first episode.
Dogs are not allowed on the couch at our house. We used to have a dog-friendly futon couch in our prior house, but for various reasons that doesn't work here. The cats need thair own domain and they make a big enough mess of it as it is, so we don't need dog slobber to add to it. At Yuki's - dogs get to go wherever they want. Malcolm can even sleep on the bed when he stays over if he wants! So Malcolm goes into a cuddle puddle bliss coma on the couch each time we visit. This time was no exception. Rue still seemed pretty anxious, with some yawns and nose licking, but eventually settled into a restless nap.
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Human friend and the 3 canines, pre-intense cuddle puddling |
When we realized we needed cookies (who doesn't need cookies?) we wrangled the dogs and treked out for a walk to the store. Rue is usually a bit of a pansy on walks and lags behind and is worried about anything in the outside world, but today she did great and charged ahead with the rest of the leash pullers! Maybe it was being in a pack? She likes this neighborhood better? I suppose I'll never know. After that, when we returned for episode two it was as if she had never been afraid. Happy to hang out with the human friends and tried to wrestle with Malcolm until Yuki the police-nanny put a stop to it.
Also strangely enough, Malcolm, who plays well with Rue but likes his own personal bubble for sleeping at home, was very happy to cuddle on the couch with her at Yuki's. There was a lot of dog spooning, butt pillows and paw draping, and of course a multitude of people swooning.
So that was it for our day of tea and British television! The pups have finally settled in for their pre-night nap after Rue spent 1.5 hrs of abusing her asking to go out privileges while I attempted to do laundry and eat dinner. Eating grass is definitely a worthy cause to frantically paw and whine at the door, right?