The bromance resumes

Big thank you to all of you who commented and offered words of encouragement on my last post about Lars. I know I haven't been around a lot, so it meant a lot to me that you guys were here for the big news!

What a difference a few days makes. When I went to pick up Lars, I have to confess it was with a feeling of dread at all the upheaval that was about to come into our relatively content, but already busy lives. 

He's integrated into our house better than I could have imagined. Fozzie was just a tad tense when he first saw his old bud, but he warmed up quickly and now its as if they never parted. Humping each other, wrestling, running around, maintaining a remarkably balanced exchange. 






He and Fozzie get their wild impulses when they're together, especially in the evening, and we have to make sure they don't get too wild primarily because Lars' ear is still infected and I don't want him to get hurt.


Fozzie has a rough, impolite play style but Lars can't get enough of him. For some reason those two just love each other. I was worried, because Fozzie's a few years older now than when Lars was here before and his breed or mix of breeds is reputed to become less dog-friendly after age 2. And, when we are on walks it's the large dogs with pointy ears that really make Fozzie have a fit.


But I think he remembers. For some reason Lars is special to Fozzie. 

 

When Fozzie doesn't want to be humped, he makes a big dramatic loud noise but he doesn't do much else. Sometimes Lars comes back for more and I have to make sure he gives Fozzie some space, but they listen to me. 

They are both good listeners. Lars will just sit and look into my eyes as I pet him and talk to him, like he's so grateful to have the chance to connect. 











And when Fozzie's had enough of playing and just wants to be left alone, sometimes he'll go into the crate all by himself and chill out.

Lars is a lot to handle, there's no doubt about that. And three dogs is more than I thought I wanted, more than feels completely sane. 

It's stressful for Lamar, but I'm making an effort to give him extra-long massage sessions and more one-on-one time, and keep the other dogs out of his space. 

Despite the insanity, for some reason it feels so right. 

And no, I'm not talking about the particular brand of love Lars gives me. 

I'm talking about the fact that Lars needs me, needs us, needs Fozzie, needs to be in our house with us right now. And I need him. 

I don't know what the future holds, but I know that right now, everything is as it should be.