Three's Company!

MEET BENTLEY!

Who knew that it was in the plans for us to rescue a 70 pound, 9-month-old Boxer? It's odd how these things happen, and what's surprising is how events take place that prepare the way for change. For example, had I not already been set up to sell one of our couches, we never would have had the room for a HUGE dog crate. Somehow things just fell into place for this new family addition, which lets us know it was truly meant to be.

He's been with us for almost 3 weeks, and I'm happy to report that it's gone surprisingly well. He is currently intact, but the appointment has already been made to have him fixed. For the most part Bentley hasn't had many hormone-driven incidents... For the most part. Those that HAVE happened are offenses that shouldn't re-occur. Ever. So-- sorry Bentley, but the time to snip is upon you! Enjoy the testosterone while you've got it!

The most interesting aspect of all of this is the interaction with our two smaller dogs. Samson loves him, and started warming up to him right away. Sadie... well, Sadie takes a little more time. We've only once had the two of them "square off," and I won't say it doesn't remind me of David vs. Goliath...with fur. Nobody has ever been hurt (or come close, for that matter) but sometimes it's necessary for dogs to test each other so they can get the pack order straight. There's no doubt that Bentley is the dominant dog here (even if he takes it by sheer, brute strength) and I'm just relieved he's not at all aggressive. Not with food, not with territory, nothing.

The smaller dogs do seem to enjoy what little power they have, which comes in the form of controlling when they play with big ole' Bentley. He's a Boxer, so play is his Objective #1. Not that Bostons aren't playful, but I think they enjoy making him beg. Yesterday, as Small and Smaller rested on the couch ignoring Bentley, he proceeded to bring EVERY single toy from the kitchen to rest at their feet and entice them to play. My husband thought I'd dumped out the toy box on the end of the couch. Bentley whined and begged and dropped toy after toy on them or near them, and I think they just liked the attention! It was mean, really, on their part not to play when he wants it so bad, but it was entertaining to say the least. Eventually Samson gave in and started running around with him, so Bentley got his way after all.

The puppy poundage has multiplied threefold in this house... as if we now have 5 Bostons instead of only 2, and the effort given to our dog-ownership has multiplied exponentially. It's worth it, though, and we're very blessed to have this large brute join our family. Every day is easier than the last and now we wouldn't do without him!